The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1860-11-08
the tolls Of tho day are over, he retires
to his snug little room alono--the doors

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overturning chairs, kicking and yelling
like 50 many petit diables dancing m in.
iernal hornpipe, no staid and stately
sister in-law, (who has just come down
to spend II few weeks, to snatch the
candle, just as he has settled himself to
read his last paper, and go off on IN ex-
ploring expedition. into distant cheer
less rooms, aftcr-uo one knows what
leaving him to scratch his head in
darkness and vexation, without the
power of entering single protest
against such social enormitics; and A.
nalIy no meot-cyed wife to say, "My
love, just slip on your over.shocs, will
you, and stop 10 tho apothocarcs for
some cordial baby, | do believe, is 60
ing to be sick" step to the apotheca-
rics. ut least half mile otf--old Bor-
reas on II "reguar bust;' dark as Ere
bus, and slectlng like well, we will
say no moro about that
The bachelor is free from all these
tantalizing evils just enumerated,
that make many poor fellows turn
ing in place miniature pandomoni-
um. He puts on his easy slippers,
settles himself in the softly cushioned
precincts of broad bottomed chair,
before u cracklihg hickory fire, lights
his pipe, then clevatcs his heels to an
angle Of perfect comfort, and INDUCES
in one Of those blissiul dreamy revorios,
known only to the comfortable bache-
lor; and he then (eXcuse my enthusl-
asm) presents Il picture OF sublime
indifference, Of exalted quiesccncc, and
rapt composurc, that might claim the
pencil ola llogarth or II Raphael; yes,
the storm may howl without, traitors
may plot treason, kings may be assassi-
mated, and ardent Lotharios may bat
ter their shns in their dubious research
es for their respective dulcinia's, domi.
cil-but what care he for all these
things, His mind lis his kingdom,
and that is far above the scenes Of the
little dirty planet Just now. Or, per.
haps, cut loose from the carping cares
and pcrpextcs oflhe sin-house round
Of life, his thoughts wander far along
back up the sunny stream Of time,
gathering here and there the flowers Of
youth once more, while something like
the glory Of his boyhood's halcyon
hours steals gent y over his heart, melt
ing it to glowing tenderness. lie Wis
its the old school house once more, in
and around which he spent 50 many
long summer days. There is still the
whispering beech grove, reaching out
it's long slender branches toward the
earth AS of yore; and as he wandcrs
beneath its silent shade, his eye con.
tinually falls upon old familiar names,
hagSled long, long ago, on the smooth
rind Of every tree. 'Ah. where are
thcy?' he asks; those dear companions
of my youthful joys and sorrows.-
Some answer from nations honory
some from out Of the grim jaws Of
poverty; some from the golded temples
o! wealth, while little green mound
here and there, shows that the great
colossal shadow of death has stepped
| in between others OF them and time,
forever And as he turns from the
grove, to cross once more the thrcsh-
hold Of the old, SILENT school house, Il
thousand fond associations come crowd
ingthrough his brain and tapping at the
windows of his soul. There are the
same old walls marked and carved all
over, by-no one could ever tell who;
there are still the whitfield and ink
bcspatterel benches he used to occupy,
with here and there the mutiiatGd back
of some unfortunate spelling book or
english grammcr; there hangs upon
the wall, the rickety frame OF some de-
funct slate, and even the plutorlan
black board, that used to trown so
grimly upon him the corner, still stares
him square in the face, from its accus
toned retreat, with all its wonted Sc.
verify Once more, on Saturday, tho
school boys glory, escaped from the
bondage of books and the cverwatchful
eyo of the too faithful pcdagogue, he
riots like an unbridled colt through the
woods and fields, gathering tho rich
golden hazlc punches from the
bending bush, knocking the shining
chestnuts from the open burr or chasing
with dog and shout the fleet footed
hare to the fatal hollow tree
All these things are mournfully plea.
ing for tbs mind to dwell upon, but as
tho hour grows later and the roaring
hickory fire sobers down to a shoulder
ing bed Of ruddy Goals, the soOne grad
ually shifts to other things. See how MS
dreamy eye now slowly follows inc
light smoke wreaths, as they gracefully
rise from mis- pipe and climb silently up
towards the ceiling; and as no Watches
,hs svor changing, airy shapes of the