The Sierra citizen., 1854-09-02

reader? Did you ever have home? Did
you ever love father and mother? Did
you ever see any of those dear quiet old
home Sundays? Do you ever think of
them. now that you live in California; and
of Susy, or Mary, OF Jenny?
Look through the street of your little
New England village. There is scarcely
a living thing in sight. On the steps of
the hotel few strangers may be seen,
perhaps sitting under the piazza, and here
and there townsman may have strolled
thus far towards church to chat, but a
quiet stiffness pervades the whole; and if
by chance you see a loafer hanging about,
you know that he does not feel at ease,
and you will soon see him get out of sight
behind the bar room door, as if he felt
guilty of being where he ought not to be.
Hark ! a sound breaks upon the ear-slow
deep, solemn-it is the old church bell
that rings its chime from that weather
beaten steeple, and in moment the sceEe
is changed. Father lays down his book
without word and slips on his well
brushed coat; little Susy takes his hat
from the table and hands it to him with q
smile; mother appears with her bonnet on
and with Susy's in her hand, which she
ties on the little thing, who stands tiptoe
that it may be done properly; the other
children get ready; father takes his cane;
mother draws on her gloves, putting one
arm through fathers, and taking hold of
Susy's hand, without haste or affecta-
ton, placidly walk out into the street on
their way to the House of God. The
street is alive with human beings; men,
women and children; whole families dress
ed in their best are seen vending their
way quietly and with subdued feelings to-
wards the church, with a soft yet pleasant
good morning for each neighbor; and to
see this alone you would never dream that
care, strife, or the elements of vice and
evil had home in the hearts of the chill
dren of men. We need not look into the
church. We need not speak of the calm
that pervades the congregation, or the
devoutness of the worshippers. 1t speaks
it own happiness, of its own effects upon
the morals ofcommunity. We know that
when men are there engaged in the wor-
ship of Almighty God, whether they are
sincere or not, they are not dealing monte
or stalking their last dollar. We know
they not patronizing drinking saloon to
the injury Of their health and pockets, and
breaking the hearts of an affectionate wife
or parent; we know they are not acqui-
ring vititiated appetite and sowing the
seeds of vice; we know they are not set
ting bad examples to their own children,
to the younger members of their families,
or to the rising generation. Even if we
do not believe in creed or sect, we must
approve the effect of Sunday at home;
rather than that of a "Sunday in Califor-
nia.' Shall we show that up to you?
BOARDING HOUSE ELoQUENcE.-Hear
the subjoined philippe, by an irate landla-
dy, to her defaulting dandy boarder:
:'Oh! you wasp-waisted, catfish mouth
ed, baboon-shouldered, clippcr.legged,
goose-eyed, and sheep-faced, be-whiskered
drone in the worlds beehive! What are
you good for? Nothing but to cheat your
tailor, to lisp by note a line from some
milk and water poetaster, sentimentally
talk love, eat oysters, and act the fool
most shamefully. l say, does you mother
know you're out? am afraid you have
no mother, nor ever had You are of no
more use in this world than time-piece
in beaver-dam, or mattrass in hog
pen. You fill no larger space in the
worlds eye than the toe-nail of a musqui-
toe would in market-house, or a stump
tail dog would in all outdoors; you are as
little thought of as the fellow who knock
ed his grand-mother's last tooth down her
throat; and as for brains, ten thousand
such can be preserved in drop OF
brandy, and have as much sea-room as
tad-pole in Lake Superior"
DELANo's LIFE ON THE PLAINs.-We
have received from Kirk Brothers, Sacra-
mento, and james 7. Lloyd, of Marysville,
two copies of this popular work, for which
we tender thanks. We are sorry that
our limited space this week will not admit
of q review. We will attend to it here.
after.