The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1855-05-30
MISCELLANEOUS.
"Goiug Home"

"Going home," lisps the happy child as
1t bounds from the school-room, glad to
be released from the irksome confinment,
to which perchance, nothing but the new
city OF the scene has reconcled him. All
the day long his attention has been alb
sorbed in the grave but gentle teacher.
whom he has been taught to regard with
kind of sacred awe and while he has
submissively repeated A i @ at her bid
ding, he has been silently storing up opin-
ions in his mind, and an impression is
made there which time may not efface.
Bul if smile and kiss have rewarded
his efforts to be very quiet he remembers
1t at the hour Of dismissal, and wonders
# she too is going home," and while his
feet scarcely keep pace with his thoughts,
he hastens home relate to sympalhizing
ears, the tale.ot what, to him seem tue
unparalleled events of his first day at
school.
"Going homc!" masses the weary Ia.
borer, As the last hour of the day draws
to close and g!eam of happiness over
spreads his toll-saddened brow, rs he laws
aside his tools and prepares to 90 home.
What cares he though a weary milo in
tervene between him and the objects of
his love2 There is an attraction there
that makes him forget fatigue rs imagina-
ton brings before him the loved smile,
ever ready to greet him, and the simple
pleasures of his own fireside. What cares
he that the rich would look with scorn on
the humble dwelling he calls his own his
heart is there, and needs no more 10 make
it home.
"Going home" eagerly exclaims the
invalid to whose pale cheek the balmy
air Of the sunny south has failed to send
a glow of health, and his pulse beats more
joyously as each hour brings him nearer
the spot where loved forms will steal noise
lessly about his couch, and gentle hands
smooth his pillow where tue tone Of af
fection will fall ever on his ear with life
giving power, which the kindest efforts of
a stranger voice fail to impart. His eyes
beams more brightly, and his words have
more cheerful tonc as he leaves behind
him the genial cline, in which he has
sought in vain for health, and seeks again
the "loved at home" There, perchance,
he may die, but il so, it will be where the
hands of his kindred may minister TO bis
last wants, and the flowers of affection Le
planted on his grave.
All! there is magic in those words,
going home" 1t infuses new life in the
desponding soul, and cherrs the laborcr
in his toll. That home may be a palace
or cot there is charm about it which
belongs TO no other place, and an iniu
ence which follows Us through life.
"Take the bright shell ........
From its home on the lea,
And wherever it goes,
1t will sing of the sea.
So take the fond heart
From its home AID its hearth,
II will sing of the loved,
To the end Of the earth"
And how beautifully emblematic is our
earthly home of that home beyond the
skies.
"Going home" sweetly falls from the
lips Of the dying Christian. This is
wilderness-world and he has been a pil.
grim and stranger here, but now he is in
sight Of home, that home in which the
Saviour has prepared for him place.
Oh may tue love we so Justly cherish
for our home on earth be bua a prelude
to our enjoyment Of "a happier home in
the city Of our God, where we shall "po
no more out forever"