Columbia gazette., 1854-04-01
MISCELLANY.
DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME

A pleasing melancholy thought; do
they miss me ? Father, mother, broth
er, sister, do they miss me? Oh, how
the heart thrills with deep and melan-
choly pleasure, as the fond recollections
of home and kindred-and dear loved
friends are brought to our view by the
constantly revolving panorama of every
day life. Yes we know you miss us, and
tits a pleasing, a consoling thought, that,
though far away from many Of those we
hold dearer than life-though the eter-
nal snow-capped ridges Of the Sierras,
and rugged and almost insurmountable
ranges of the Rocky Mountains loom up
in awful grandeur between us, yet, such
kindly feeling as this is capable Of wing
ing its heavenly fight unharmed, high
DER their lofty pcaks-and swift as an
arrow-and light as if bourn on the wings
of zephyr; it speeds far over the sandy
deserts to find home in the heart that
loves. .. ~ r..t... VI, .-
There is a communion Of fond hearts,
and though ocean roll between, yet Of
ten a breath, sigh, or "God bless
you" is bourn upon the wings of heaven
ly messengers, to gladden. tho heart of
the distant, though kindred spirit.
Dear, dear old "fre-side" we love you,
yes, call those scenes, we love them ALL"
Often when the evening is closed in with
the dark mantle of night, We picture to
ourselves the small and sacred family
group Of the home circle, ,-ah! at such
times we fancy we see their loved, famil-
lar faces, as each member Of the family
occupies their own accustomed scat
ours is vacant. Do they miss me at
homer Thank heaven, the question,
while yet trembling upon the lips is
bourn on the wings Of love to that same
dear circle. Do they miss me? All
yes, they do; they point to the vacant
seat, where my son, my brother, my
husband burst simultaneously from the
cncirclcd group, then, perhaps, they
breath an inward prayer, drop a silent
tear to the memory of him, who is far
away. Friends of my childhood, we
can never forget you. California, with
all her beauty-with all her charms
ah with all her trials, can never erase
from our memory the endearing recol-
lections of former years. Our days of
sunshine are rendered more beautiful,
more lovely, by association with them,
the sunshine of former years. Our days
Of darkness and storms are rendered less
dark-less gloomy by the thought, that
though all around is cold and dreary.
there is still a warmth in the heart, hal
lowed and frightened by tue pure and
sacred love Of enduring friendship. So
let it ever be, and if to our dying hour
we never shall have met, save in thought
and in dreams. Even at that hour, it
will be consoling happy thought, that
true to our sacred vows and ties on earth
we shall renew them in brighter world
than even in California or our old
homes; we shall renew them in a world
where oceans, or mountains, or rivers,
or deserts cannot intervene; but where,
in the fullness of future glory, the
voice of love and gladness shall mingle
in heavenly unison forever. In world
whose brightness never fades, whose
skies are never darkened.-Gras VAL
ley Telegraph.
A woman can't keep a secret any
more than a sieve can hold water.
There are good many lying proverbs,
and "this is one of them.o Let any
man look back at his past life, and think
how often he has had to depend on a
woman's secresy, and couldn't help him.
self, and how invariably almost his trust
has been justified, and he will agree, as
We do, with charming Fanny Fern, that
it takes woman, after all to find out a
secret, and to keep it, too.'