San Andreas independent., 1857-04-04
Home and its Pleasures.

After all the eulogies that can be passed
upon society in its various forms, after all
the pleasures that can be realized in its
flowing paths there is no place so sweetly
romantic, and so intimately connected with
the best and most treasured feelings Of tha
heart, as home How endearing and beau
tiful are the relationships of the home of
our childhood, and the scenes of our hearts
are so sweetly blended, by the strong and
indissoluble ties of nature and friendship.
The influence Of the home circle seems
to be electric in it's relations running
through the whole family group, 50 that
one cannot have pleasure without the
others being participants; one cannot meet
the SORROWS and privations of the world
but that the others murmur, and lend their
sympathies; the honors of life cannot be
conferred on one, without the others being
made partakers of the joys arising from
the elevation. How delightful then must
be the memories of our homes and their
associations, when we, at some quiet hour,
recur to our youthful wanderings, and the
innocent amusements which characterized
our early days. There is that beautiful
garden, with its many sweet flowers, its
aromatic shrubs, and its dark, rich, and
gently waving bowers.
The sunlight and fragrance, the diamond
dews and still eyes, shed their bliss and
beauty on no place with such sweetness,
as that of home. The purling streams,
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sweet flowers bursting into beauty, the re-
freshing showers, have not such an infu-
ence upon our hearts and minds anywhere
else, as they have mid the long-to-b -be-re-
membered scenes of home. Oh, how
pleasing are the thoughts of home, waited
on some chance breeze from the green isle
of memory. They come SO softly, and
with such radiance, that we feel as though
they were angel whispers that are stealing
through elysian groves and wales of bliss,
from some pure home of the blest
The sweet brier and rose send their per-
fumes floating in richness DER the green
vale and sunny hillside, like the incense
of a heart, earth ne'er can SOIL The last
lingering sunbeam of speechless beauty,
wandering mid the scene, lending to it
enchantment, and the holy hour of peace
and love-solemnly impressing our minds
with the departing shadow of life, and the
gathering gloom and twilight of the grave.
1t is at home that we ere in the midst
of all that thrills and charms, all that
weds beauty unto grandeur, earth to heaven
1t is home, mid its scenes, that the sun
shines with more splendor, our streams
purl with lovlier music, and the green,
still shores look up to the blue mountains
and moss-grown hills, with the cherub of
sinless infancy.
And though our homes may be laid
waste, yet we will cherish thoughts about
them, that are destined to expand, and ra-
diate mid the bloom and verdure of our
promised home in heaven. The pearly
moonlight, as it streams through the soft
clouds and dewy air, has milder radiance,
and inspires holier emotions as it CLEANS
Ger the yoiceless desert and forest solitudes.
Those mysterious orbs that roll with such
grandeur DER the ethereal plains, look
more lovely, and seem more intimately as
sociated with the purer feelings of our