Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1854-05-20
{ Written for the ShepherdStorn Register.
"HOME.
BY JACK, THE RAMBLER.

] J SONAAN
of it upon the ear, il will cause the heart
of the most callous TO throb with quick
emotion.
The weary wanderer, who has for long
years roamed over distant lands in quest Of
knowledge, will think of his time, and as
he thinks he will almost wish that his
weary pilgrimage were done, that he might
once more return to his home, and live
again those happy days that were passed
beneath the parental roof, and as he still
continues TO think Of home, he will rush
on to accomplish the object for which he
left that loved spot, and with renewed vi
gOr will he encounter and overcome diff
culres till his end is attained and he has
safely reached that place which of all 9th,
ers is dearest to his heart.
And the student, ah we have seen him
drop his look and a smile fit across lis
brow as the thought of the happy ones
that awaited him there. They are in his
dreams by night and day, and he looks
| forward TO the coming vacation with feel
ings of the utmost delight, that he may
once more, for short time, mingle with
the joyful group that gather around that
good Old family fre-side.
And he, the poor mechanic who has
been forced from home by the stem decree
OF necessity does he not love and rever-
ence his home, the home of his father,th
place where lie spent his childhood, ah
yes, we have seen him when the sweat
poured from his care-worn brow drop a
tear at the thought Of these things but
that was no childish tear, ii was manly
tear or noble thing, and such thing as
should be offered up when the recollec-
ton of so holy place comes fitting be-
fore his mind.
And the poor weather beaten sailor,
does he not when the loud winds play a
mournlul drdge through the shrouds for
gallant souls; when the angry waves beat
madIy against the noble ship, and every
moment threatens her with destruction
when the fury Of old ocean is let loose in
all her terrific splendor, when the torn sails
are fluttering madly IN the breeze, does he
not then and there turn his thoughts to his
pleasant home by the river side, and think
of the loved ones that wait the coming
of the good ship, and when wind is ra-
ging, are offering up these prayers for his
safety, O Yes! yes And we have
seen that same sailor, when in the still
ness Of the night, he is about to turn into
his hammock, go TO his chest, draw forth
some momentum Of those whom he has
left behind and then down his weather
beaten cheeks we have seen the tear start.
Was it not the thoughts Of his home that
caused :hat tear.
Who, is there on the face of tn!s cold
and cherries earth that has ever wander
ed away from his home that does not look
back with pleasure 10 his childhood's
happy home TO the bright eyed fair
haired boys and girls of his youth, who
went hand and hand with him to the viii
lage. school, who leaped and romped with
him on the green, who were anxious COM
petitors with him in his class as TO who
should excel and as these thoughts come
crowding on his mind he will invoIuntari
/ ly heave a sigh, and you can almost hear
him inwardly whisper
81 would were a boy again"
Oh home, home, thou art asweet place,
an oasis in the desert of life, bright par
tcular spot that should be cherished and
reverenced with the most holy feelings.
Thou art too pure word TO mention but
BY those who know thy worth.
/ Home. Twas there our mother first
taught us to kneel and lisp the name OF
God. Twas there she plead with US 10
remember our Creator in the days Of our
youth. Twas there we saw her close
her eyes in death, and received from her
dying lips the parting blessing, such as
only a mother can give. Twas there
that we saw them bear hence her sainted
form and consign it 10 as narrow home.
and lis there in a corner of the old garden
that a green mound marks the resting
place of the best friend we ever had.
Twas at the dear old home that we have
heard our aged father pour forth TO Heav-
en- morning and night the petition for our
welfare. And It's at the dear old home
that he now wanders desolate and alone.
And close there is another green spot
that marks the resting place of that fair be-
ing that'we loved far better than life, but
who was too good for this world and over
whose remains
"They have reared stone
OF the granite SO gray"
Home, thou hast many ties that bind
our hearts to thee. and make us linger
around thee with haIlowed delight, and
looks forward TO the day when once more
we NAV visit those old familiar scenes,
and mingle with those we knelt in child
hoods sunny hours,
CharIestown, jeff. Co, Va, May, 1854