The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1855-01-17

I LIGHT AT HoME.-The heart. that answers
not gushingly to the following description OF az
\! Eden home, must be depraved indeed:
Where congenial creations meet here ii true
holy relation, the children thus born are the
4 fowerings of Eden, as John Neal has said, sthe
crvp togamia of the skies Lovingly the heay-
ems brood over the roof-tree. Earliest in the
morning, Hesperus beams in golden light
1 through the lattice, and aslant his rays, glide
down the fingers Of angels, each sliding with
lute-like melody to bless the morning dream
More gladstone and more powerful angels use
the sharp, warm rays of the sun, courser-Eke,
and they enter in and move here and there with
a great JOY, making glad everything within the
precincts, magnetizing all within into happiness,
SO that the discords and turmoils Of the world
without are forgotten or unknown.
All day they come and go-they move in
what men call sunshine athwart the carpet, they
dance like golden ball through crevice in
4 the cornce, and adoWn the garden walk they
march in bright battaions. They Stir at the
curtain, they press the bud and it blooms, they
kiss the fountain and it is a rainbow, they even
touch the strings of the harp and it gives out
one note so heavenly sweet that you turn round
and look and wander whence it came, then the
1 pendants of the chandelier click, and the birds
| give out melody, and the baby smiles in its
cradle, all because Of the loving angels who
come to the household, just as they go to any
| heaven where love is.
All! the garments wax not old there-the
moth and rust Of discomfort mar no line OF
beauty there-birds and blossoms cluster there
white doves coo from the eaye-tops, and The
| trees lean away from the roof lest their great
branches shut out the sunshine and the blue
sky. and the loving stars that brood oyert. FAN.
children creep to the threshold, creeping chill
dren look out wondering, yet gladsome as il
they looked first out into the great world from
/ the heaven Of home-they shrink inward again,
but at length they bound over the door Sill
away, leaving the sunlight upon the door, and
stealing inward to where lies the bible upon the
/ table, and mothers pure brow lifted in prayer.
/ Onward, onward, casting but few and tran
Isent glances backward, they go, but at length
sickness comes, and they long for the dear Old
home, sorrow comes, and they see the SUNSHINE
streaming as of old through the open door, and
falling upon the sacred word. But the mother
is an angel now, and they long to return to the
dear old good home. Then passion, and change
and tumult, shake the man nightly, and H.
rests not day nor night till he, too, sets up the
altar Of home, and calls the angels to enter the
tabernacle he has built. Woman, thou art the
angel of home. Go. look not into thy gided
glass, but look down into the clear bright foun-
tain which gave back thy face in childhood
Art thou an angel Of light, causing sunshine
over the sill? or Of darkness brooding like a
raven wing over the family altar?'
In contrast TO the above, the following is set
for hatred has.its home also. Here is:
s.The morning-star sends down his angels
into the abode, BUTT is already filled. Discord
is knotting the cruel nerve, and making deep the
harsh wrinkle. Wiry, mischief-loving spirits
prompt the blowloving hand and whisper and
glbber malicious envious and jealous dreams
into the sleeping ear. The sun gldes jubant
/ into the window, but he is repelled by damp,
noisome images lurking within. Snake-ljke
creatures keep ward and watch Moles, and
bats, and moths, and reptiles silently destroy.
! Dark vines darken the lattice. The raven and
the nightowl have usurped the roof Obsure
rappings and mysterious moyemcncs fill the
space more with terror than with awe. The
child in the cradle cries sharply, for his holy
guardian contends with black spirit which
would force him away Children creep to the
threshold, and look out into the great unknown
world, utitlooks less terrible than home, and
they creep forth, willing to encounter the worst
They look backward, but there is no sunshine
on the sill, no brooding love angel there. Sick
ness comes, and the cold charity of the stran-
gerls welcome. Sorrow comes, and the silver
cord which binds together the great human
family, draws him into the circle, and owns him
brother. Passion and crime pluck at the mise
rable man, and there are no memories of holy
wisdom tosay remember no prayer rising like
cool incense between the scorched heat and
heaven, and he battles the world alone, weak
and unaided, for home was no home for the
spirit. Woman, look to it. This is thy work
this blood is upon thy skirts"
Quite a romantic incident occurred in this
city a short time since. About eighteen months
ago a very estimable woman died and left
child only few hours old The father, at the
time, labored under the consumption, and he
fingered on for eighteen months, when he was
summoned to his last account The child /
girl, and a beautiful creature, was thus thrown
upon the world without either father or mother,
and with no near relative with sufficient means
to afford 1t due protection. A clergyman, who
had attended the dying man in his last illness
and became acquainted with the facts, was re-
luctant to conhde the little orphan to the aims
house, and hence he took it home for a few
days, in the hope that he might discover some
better plan of providing for it. In the course
of conversation and inquiry he mentioned the
circumstance to one of our merchants, who i'm |
recollected the case of a rich friend
in the west who was chldless, and who de-
sired to adopt either girl or boy, exactly in .
such a situation as we have briefly described
the little orphan. A telegraphic dispatch was
sent, narrating the circumstances, favorable
reply was promply received, and day or two
ago the gentleman came on, cheerfully took
possession Of the child, and bore her home as
his adopted daughter to his friends and family
in the west. She is likely not only to be rear
ed in the tenderest manner, but to inherit ON
The decease of her humane and benevolent pro-
tectors, princely fortune. Phila. Ing
Near South Bay, in the town Of Fort Ann,
here is place known as the .Picket,'' where
n the old French war, general Putnam with