Eastern times., 1855-09-27
eastern Giwles
Where is thy Home


asked beggar one of earth's forsaken
ones. Her garments were tattered, and her
face, though she was but child, haggard and
care-worn. She trembled and turned aside,
for the word ''home'' was to her but sound
from other years !; and her eyes were sudden
ly down-cast, and her voice strangely broken,
but l knew that home was once hers, though
her answer was, i have no home =
asked youth, who wearied of the sports
of the day, had sat him down to rest upon a
rock by the cottage door. A sister was twin
ing his uncombed locks about her fingers, and
an infant brother had run TO welcome him.
had thought that here, among these tender
endearments, the indwelling heart would ac-
knowledge its home. But no ! the heart of
the youth was not there! | was yet to know
where ,ods his home, by the sudden sparkling
of his eye, as he gave me his earnest answer ;
The sea ! The sea!
asked the miser He turned from me and
gave a nervous, furtive glance to a chest In
which his hearts treasures were amassed. 1t
was open, and he hastened to make 1t secure.
As the iron key turned in the heavy lock, it
sent chill creeping over me, for felt that
his heart also, was locked within, and life to
him was undesirable, and home mot home,
without Gold Gold!
asked maiden who had just left the door
of an elegant and costly mansion. Within
were all the luxuries which wealth could pro-
cure, and it would seem that surely one must
be happy who could call such palace his
home Where is my home! She mechani-
cally repeated my words and then was silent.
l repeated the question, and this time in a
manner which gained her confidence. Point
ing to the house she had left, Il live there,
said she. bending towards me, as though fear
ful of some wary listener, 'but l am not happy
there. weary of this csaseless round of fol-
feels as do, and | often steal away to find
sympathy elsewhere Home is indeed where
the heart is, thought l, as she left my side,
and how homeless must he feel who, though
surrounded by thousand, cannot but believe
himself to be alone
" Alone-for in their hearts no feeling
Will seem responsive to his own
Each tone seems like bells low pealing,
Which slowly tolls, alone-alone."
Where is thy home! l asked young man
who was walking with striding steps along.
the high way, putting cigar smoke from his
whiskered lips, and humming vacant song.
tHome!' He prefaced the word with a most
heaven-daring oath, and regarded me with a
threatening look. His hair was blown aside
by passing breeze, and | recognized an old
acquaintance! All, thought |. well is it that
those christian parents, whose early lessons of
piety their son has quite forgotten, whose good
counsel can no longer reach his ear, were TAX
en- from earth ere they discovered ,ohere was
the heart and home of their son ere they
heard him in that first unguarded moment,
breathe out an insult to his Maker ere they
marked the progress of those inclinations of
his unchecked heart, which led it along down
" 40 stOUac diuOiS tlC IONCSt duu ulOSt UcSIdu-
ed of the human family.
| asked the man of business. He smiled as
though the question were but mockery. sBusi-
ness urgent business 2 said he, and hurried
from me. He had answered me, however,
and again | was convinced that Home is
where the heart is
asked the masiac, whose distracted spirit
is ever wandering abroad, seeking rest but
finding none. His eye became suddealy bright
with returning reason, which cleaned there
for moment, like lightning round the ruins
it had made my home! 1t is on the hill
side. They have left me here, but it is not
home Life is Short added he, relapsing
into his wildness, To-day, carousal among
band of gay associates, tomorrow, nice lit
tie picnic party in graveyard = AS
turned away, the word of my question seemed
to come back to his mind, for he broke out in
to the tender strain BE it ever so humble,
there's no place like home.'
asked minister of the gospel. His face
became radiant with divine, unspoken rapture
my home. said he, raising his eyes heaven
ward, slt is a blessed place, and would fain
lead thither all my poor wandering brothers
and sisters; for my Father 'would not that
any should perish paused here, for sure
ly, thought l, where can the soul find truer or
more lasting happiness than in contemplating
its everlasting home in heavena And how
glorious home is that, those only know who
have passed from death unto life; but relying
with faith on the promise, What we know not
now, we shall know hereafter we may all be
led up the dark mountain to our Father, God.
J@E.
Never marry for fortune. We overhea I'd
poor unfortunate get the following sock-do-
lager, the other day, from his better-half.
you good for nothing fellow y said she