Weekly Trinity journal., 1857-05-09
II o NJ E.

A thousand delightful recollections spring up
at this word. The tempesttost mariner on the
far off stormy ocean, the weary wandcrer on the
arid desert, the dweller in foreign lands, at the
sight or the sound of it, all carried back in imag
ination to the scenes of their early childhood or
their later youth or manhood to the green fields
and the apple-orchards, which surrounded the
family dwelling where in the sunny days ere
they had learned by sad experience in life, this
worlds hard lesson, they romped and played and
climbed and laughed ia all the eXubcrance OF
childish glee Again they see the form OF fond
mother bending over them, and hear her loved
voice once more as she teaches and blesses them.
Sweet faced blue-eycd sisters, gather again
around them, and the old father once more Is
seen sitting at the family board or his trembling
voice is heard in prayer at the family altar
Again the wanderer hears the gurgllng of the
brook, as it leaps over the pebbles in its course
by the village school house. or through the green
meadows. Again he strays among the fields, and
breahes in the fragrance of the fullblown clover,
or gathers Strawberries in the dell, or angles in
the CLASSY lake. Again he hears the sweet and
solemn tolling of the Sabbath bell, and hand in
hand with mother or with sister, light-heartcd
and happy, walks through the fields fowery and
fragrant with the blossomings of early June, to
church. The mill and the school house, the dist
ant spire of the village Westinghouse, the family
mansion, and all its surroundings, come before
his eyes again, at the magic sound of the word
Home fhis early youth was passed in city,
and none of these country scenes are impressed
upon his vision at the name Of Home still is he
carried back to the past, ,andto the remembrance of
all he loved in childhood to mother aud father,
and brothers and sisters, and the family hearth
and board. and altar and whether lowly or lofty
sprung, these remembrances are to him pleasant
and beautiful.
These are commonplace truths. Scared, in
deed, must I've the heart, hardened truly with the
chaings which effect us all in our journey through
life, that has not felt and echoed them. Green
spots are these memories in the worlds desert !!
Sweet and holy melodies are they gently falling
on the ear, amid lifes discords and jangings.-
Resting places are they in the journey flowers
on the side o. the stony pathway. Without them,
life would lose all its beauty, and no hope for the
future could be made to compensate for these
rGcollccti0ns of the past.
How many hundreds. thousands, indeed, there
arc in California, who are now living lives aim
less and ohjcCtless- who act as though they
considered themselves mere waits upon lile's
ocean, ready to be thrown up on the beach, when
ever and wherever destiny might choose to cast
them The days, and the weeks, and the months,
and the years, come and go with them, and siill,
though they may be busily employed all the time,
they have no particular object in view. They
have no goal set up which they are striving man
fully and earnestly to reach. To such we say.
strive TO build up Home. Let the recolec-
items which come to you, clinging around that
blessed word, induce you to labor and to save,
and to look forward to the time when you shall
have your own home, as your father had, where
you. too, shall set up your family altar, and sit
with those you love around your own hcarthstone.
Whether married or single, whether travelling
easily along life's pathway, or battling with fate
and hard circumstances at every STEP look up
and look ahead, and set up Home somewhere
in the future, and march manfully on till you
reach it, How much happier, how much more
Independent, you would feel if you had little
spot Of ground. and little cottage, however
humble or lowly, which you could call your own,
than you do now, while tossing about in life with
out a toothold or resting place? Whether it
be our own or any of the other cities or towns OF
California, or on our broad extended plains, or in
our smiling, verdant, fertile valleys get you
Home of yonr own. 1t will afford you pleasure
while striving for it for you will then have an
object in view, and when you have obtained it,
you will feel more like man, more as though
you were a part and parcel Of this great busy
world than you do now more rs though you
had right and were a fixture here. and not so
much like mere wandcrer and a wayfarer.
There are OF course, other objects in life, high
or than this these need not be neglected while
this is sought 10 be attained. But here is
which commends itself to all those who, We are
sorry to say, are too plentiful in California, who
have no aim, no end in view at all, in this life
journey.-AHa.