The Trinity journal., 1856-03-01
COMMUNICATED.


The man that hath not music in himself,
And is not mov'd with concord of sweet SOUNDS,
Is ft for trcasons, stratogems, and spolls-
Let no man trust him. oHAhEsrEAE'
There is no one in whom the love OF home
is more strongly implanted than in the MI
ner; and every object that serves to remind
him of the "houschold gods Of other days.
is fondly cherished as a link in the chaih
that binds him to the one loved spot-his
boyhood home. In every murmuring stream
let and softly signing breeze, are sounds
from home" falling upon the ear in the whls-
Dered tones of well remembered music, re-
minding him of that time when, "a wee p1
thing" as he was, he prattcd with dear
little sister all the day long, or kneeled at
the feet of an angel mother, lispng his tlhy
PRAYER to Infinite Goodness, ere he bade her
"dood nieht." Alone in his cabin, he ilnds
fit opportunity to ponder on these haIIo"ed
associations engrayen on memoryS taolet;
and as the pages are turned, one by ohe'
loved images start out before him with all
the yiyidrcss of reality, repeating DER and
DER again the kind trusting, loving words
Of childhood's happy innocence. The strong
man is again a child and feels as he did then
but oh, how transiently those mdeln-
able emotions which prove the existence OF
a God and point the way to Heaven; and
then is breathed the truly unselfsh prayer;
MeN and only then does unaIloycd happiness
gill the heart SO long usurped by deSolatng
evils. In such moments, not one thought OF
self iutrudes upon that holy sanctuary OF al
fccton-it is the last stronghold Of purity.
Of innocence, ana of love.
The warbing Of bird, the chirping Of a
cricket on the hearth the pattering Of rain
upon the roof, the solemn to-WhoO to-whoo
Of the owl, or the merry tinkling of bell,
will awaken these holy emotions, and what
ever it may be that thus rcvives the recoT-
lections of other and happier days it is
thencelorth part and parcel of the miner
and his thoughts, sacred fl ON the polluting
touch Of him whose ambition, pride, or love
of gold, has blottcd out from the heart all
that was great, noble, and good. And in
a community Of miners it not unfreQueltly
happens that some one prominent remnis-
cence OF by-gOnc days and scenes will come
to each alike uniting them in one common
bond Of sympathy and reverence. 1t speaks
to them always in the same musical tones:
is enshrined in each heart; and its loss
would be public calamity. tits one Of the
institutions" more valued than gold-the
hand Of the intruder dare not harm it, So
it is with the honest "sons of toll" whose
brawny arms and stout hearts have founded
a city away up here in the mountains Of OLD
Trinity, and planted the banner of ciyza-
ton where for centuries the giant grizzly
proudly reigned monarch of all he sur
Ncyeu. 10 them the ringing OF h0Sclry
bell is like 'misscI' from fathcrand-it
brings to mind their native yillage-tho "oId
folks at home"-the little "schoo house bv
the clear running brook"-and they well
coined the day, now years agone, when
HoyEY's bell first peaIed forth its notes upon
the mountain soitudcs of Weaver From
that day till now it has been the faithful
moniter Of thousands, calling them to their
labors at morn, striking the signal of rest at
the close of day, and its fame is almost CO.
extensive with our country Blot it out
from our midst and hearts that now respond
cheerfuIly to its monition will have lost a
cherished idol
HoYEY, ring on ring that bell as long as
there is strength in thy right arm; and
when that fails, draw on the hardy miners
for help. We are with you
A MINER.
IL My CABIN, Feb a, 1856.