The Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1859-1865, 1859-09-01
The wife.
ga home to go to."-Mrs. Ellis.


milton, suggestive of gentleness, affection,
rest! Yes, rest and home
Even II who have been wanderer
all my life long-who have never had a
freside all my own-mine to be sat by
with second self, dearer, if possible, than
the freside-even /, lingering over that
phase, can scarcely reconcile myself to
the fact that | am not to some true and
| faithful heart that ''being to go home to- ,
Even | can shut my eyes and dream
dream of which that would be a blessed
reality.
| can see cottage which love ha.
made holy, nesting away in the sunny
summer leaves, where the golden glory
of sunset longest fingers, and the shadows
latest reach. L can see the gentle wife,
with her soft, sweet face, gazing out
through the open door, and down the
lane to the turnpike where he is momen-
tarily expected TO appear. | can hear the
hum of children's voices, and feel the
pressure of cool, fresh kisses, which come
only from childhoods lips. | can read in
the sudden flashing of her eye that there
is a step not too far distant for her i'm
patient ear to distinguish; and now [ can
see him, that impetuous, worldly man,
leaving the world and its cares behind
him to meet the being he has "come home
to-" There is loving wife in his arms /;
there are children clambering his knees
for kisses; there is peace, quietude, home,
all around him, and the worldly man,
with the dust of city life on his spirit,
with the knowledge of city cares and city
speculations teeming in his brain, turns
from them all to find rest and repose in the
little nook he has set apart for love- God
bless him, and God bless her-imaginary
though they are for while witness their
perfect love and content, l am remember
ing that | am still wanderer. / wander
with the knowledge that, had fate been
more propitious, l, too, might have had
my loving heart, my sunny home, and my
loving children. But fate was inexorable,
and when all this happiness might have
been, lies stark and bare before me the
panorama of two wasted lives. God help
US all we are not the architects of our
own destiny, let moralists say what they
will.
| know that the world is full of homes
that are no homes, of wives upon whose
artificial hearts no true husband could
call for sympathy, or upon mothers whose
bare, jeweled necks there is no room for
childhood's fondling arms. [ know all
| this, vet l cannot realize that 1t is so =
Love seems to me so sacred, marriage SO
holy tie, that mans or woman's life should
not be complete without it, Not the wild
fierce, persistent love which burns itself
| out in its own fre-not the marriage o1
circumstance or convenience to which
so many lives are devoted, but the pure
true, lasting love-the wedding of soul:
that have grown dissolubly to each othel
the uniting of hearts that neither time
nor distance, nor misfortune can effect
a union of soul, sense, and spirit, sure a:
death, and lasting as eternity. Pisiful e. ~
most pitiful, that there are no more
unions. o, A.
"a being to 90 home tow oniy 1ne
heart of man can tei1 hoy ruly, IN every
life. sucb n bej-g is r0eueu' w , ii'l'
hn' tle su.n oIe a .9red o - preoccupied-no mat
no" , seii-oed -1o'efdersd down with the cares and
'ei nov r'',tie~ of life, there come yearnlngs
Paat rupturous, human love, dreamings
4 fond lips and warm, loving arms, and
/ .nticipations of time to come when one
heart, out of the great wilderness of hearts,
shall beat for him, and him alone.
Lucky for him who, amidst the unreal
and artificial glare of life, gathers to his
bosom this pearl of greatest prize. Lucky
for him, who, when the tempest of care
and worldly responsibility rage most fierce
ly can feel that when the tiresome toll is
over, and the day is done, he has "a being
to go home to" who can minister TO his
comfort and sympathise with his cfaannlv
The man who has wife that him can
loves, and wife who truly has ant;c;nated
make up his mind th;assa thh;ss menced his para
the millennium, ~
dica ON