Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1856-11-27

flows every day, and the house is the place
where all its streams do collect. The heart
is like plant in the tropics, which all the
year round is bearing flowers, and ripenine
seed, and letting them fly. 1t is shaking
off memories, and dropping associations
The joys of last year are ripe seeds that
will come up in joy again next year. Thus
the heart is planting seeds in every noob
and corner; and as the wind which serves
to PROSTATE plant is only sower coming
forth to SOW its seeds, planting some
of them in rock creyices, some by river
courses, some among messy stones, some
under warm hedge, and some in garden
and open field, so it is with our experience
of life, that sway and brow us either with
JOY or sorrow. They plant everything
around about US with heart seeds. Thus
a HOUSE is sacred. Every room hath a
memory, and thousand of them; every
door and each window is clustered with as
sociations.
After years and years We go back to the
house of our infancy, and faces THAT long
have looked up without seeing the roots
that grow over them) look upon us, and an
invisible multitude stand in gate and por-
tai to welcome us, and airy voices speak
again the old words which men do not
hear except in childhood and in the house
One pities spirits that have no bodies
Poor things what a modification it must
be TO fit about ike a shadow, or so unsub-
stantial that men can look through YOU
and not know that you are there. 1t may
be all well enough in August to wish ones
self a cloud, riding in fleece high up in the
cool air. But when one has in Autumn
and Winter heard his own footsteps awhile,
grasped substantial hands and clasped
forms that he could feel, he feels a natu-
raj pity for poor misty spirits that cannot
condense enough to be palpable to the
Senses But what poor, shivering, rest
less, rappiRg spirit is without body, that
| is a living man without a aHoVsE.-Heean-
not take root, A man at a hotel is like
a grapevine in fower-pot, movable, car
RED round from place to place, docked at
the roots and short at the top! There is
no where that man can get real root-room,
and spread out his branches till they touch
the morning and the evening, but in has
oacn house. If could l should be glad
to live in the house that my ancestors had
lived in from the days of the Flood! That
cannot be, fer in ascending the line of an
cestry, find the people but not the houses; !;
and it is more than suspected that some of
them never owned one. My fathers house !
1t is like picture rubbed out. The frame
and canvas are there, but strangers have
possessed it. The room where was born,
where my mother rocked my cradle, and
sang as angels do, where she died, where
all my boyish frolics began and life spread
out its golden drean-they are all
overlaid BY other histories. We planted
pleasant things in the old house, but the
Assyrians came in and settled down in
them. The educating power of house
cannot be over estimated. 1t is doubtful
whether civilization would not totally
change its character, if men should cease
to live in their own houses. One reason
of the difference between city and country
is that men board OR rent houses; they
own and abide in the country. One has
the advantage of house and household
the other not A family without q
house is camp merely fortified for the
night; but family in house of their
own, are family in a permanent fortifica-
ton. II is well called a HOUSEHOLD, as
if it was fort and citadel, into which men
may run all their life long and be secure
A nation of men on wheels would remain
Culmucks forever. A rolling stone gath
ers no moss.
ii. The TABLE. / do not believe that
we think enough of that purifying power
which domestic affection has to clothe and
hide all the animal necessities of our phys
ical nature. II has always seemed to me a
very strange thing that man should be an
eating animal. I have wondered that he
was not made like misletoe, mounted on
some branch which does eating for it, and
and serves up to its daily want digested
sap. Or that he was not an Epiphytes, or
airy plant, that hooks on to the bark and
swings in the air, collecting food from wind
atmosphere. For Initiating philosophers
when they would confuse knowledge,) eat
ing, per Sc, is very gross operation for a
spiritual being. The mouth is but mill.
Therein go perpetual grists for grinding.
The eve has a certain nobleness, as it is
the sun of the head, and shoots forth
beams of light. The ear takes in-but it
is only impalpable sounds. The nose is a
recipient, but only of such parts of things
as are too ETHEREAL for form and which eX-
hale in odors. But the mouth is a strange
aperture, into which men cast untold sub
stance, and it hath never yet been filled
Nor do l believe that any man can quietly
watch the steps of eating, grinding, and
swallowing, as mete animal act, uncloth
ed form associations, without feeling even
more disgust than he would at a pigs ban
quet from the noisy trough.
And vet, if there is one word that is
universally significant of love, peace, re-
finement, social amenity, friendship, pure
society, joy-it is the TABLE. Such pow
er hath the heart to clothe the most un-
seemly things with its own sweet vines and
fragrant flowers, that we have not forgotten
that eating is an animal act, but we have
come to associate everything that is sweet
and beautiful with il. We nolonger think
of appetite, but of love. 1t is not food,
but society, that we have. We cover the
merest animal necessities with such sympa-
thles, tastes, joys, conversations and gay
cites, that the table, the symbol of appe-
tite, has cleared itself from all grossness, and