San Andreas independent., 1858-09-11

MORAL. Young lady, if you wish your
mothers life prolonged, help her about
the house. If you wish health and last
ing beauty, do housework. If you wish
good husband, and wish to make him
happy, don't "hate housework" "-A
Bachelor.
HoME.-A thousand delightful recol-
lections spring up at this word. The tenn
pest-tossed mariner on the far off stormy
ocean, the weary wanderer on the arid
desert, the dweller in foreign lands, at the
sight or the sound of it, all are carried
back in imagination to the scenes of their
early childhood, or their later youth or
manhood; to the green fields or 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 in
all the exuberance 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-eyed 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 gurgling
brook, as it leaps over the pebbles, in its
course by the village school house, OF
through the green meadows. Again he
strays among the fields, and breathes in
the fragrance of the full blown 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-hearted and happy,
walks through the fields, fowery and fra
grant with the blossomings of early June,
to church. The mill and the school
house, the distant 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" If his early youth was passed
in city, and none of these country scenes
are impressed upon his vision at the
name of Z" Home" still is he carried back
to the past and to the remembrance of
all he loved in childhood; to mother and
father, and brother and sister, and the
family hearth and board, and altar; and
whether lowly or lofty sprung, these re-
membranes are to him pleasant and
beautiful
These are commonplace truths. Seered
indeed must be the heart, hardened truly
with the chafngs which affect 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 life's discords and
janglings. Resting places are they in the
journey flowers on the side of the stony
pathway. Without them, life would lose
all its beauty, and no hope for the future
could be made to compensate for the rec
objections of the past
How many hundreds, thousands indeed,
there are in California, who are now liv-
ing lives aimless and objectless-men who
act as though they considered themselves
mere waits upon life's ocean, ready to be
cast up on the beach, whenever and
whereverdestiny might choose to cast them.
The days, and the weeks, and the months,
and the years, come and 90 with them,
and still, though they may be busily en-
ployed all the time, they have no partic-
ular object in view. They have no goal
set up which they are striving manfully
and earnestly to reach. To such we say,
strive to build up "Home." Let the
recolections 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 hearth
stone. Whether married or single, wheth-
er 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, ifyou
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 without
foot-hold or a resting place? Whether
it be in our own or any of the other cities
or towns of California, or on our broad
extended plains, or in our smiling, YER