Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-02-23
THE LOVE OF HOME.

You may take sea.shell and put it to the ear
and you will hear low, tremulous music, echo
ing through all its mazes. Itmoans for its native
sea. On the mountain-top, in the desert, or in
the palace or cottage, wherever you find it, the
same sad music, breathing its love for the sea,
fills its rosy chambers. So, you may lay your
head on the bosom of o stranger, and feel its
throbbipgs after Home. You may give him
your confidence, yourfriendship, your love even ;
still, he who has been torn from the home of his
childhood and youth, where thousand sunny
memories make every object dear, will sometimes
long to go back to the sacred spot, and dream
of what has been. He may travel the world
ders of Etns, under the lofty dome of ST. Peter
or standing by the pyramids, n soft and pre-
cious thought of Home will blend with the high
est emotions which these scenes awaken in his
breast
There is no place like home The play
grounds where we sported in youth; the trees in
whose cool shades we rested the brooks where
we fished and bathed in the summertime; and
the meadows where we watched the locks and
gathered wild flowers: all these are invested with
beauty which no other grounds, trees, brook:
and meadows ever possess. But the old Home
itself-the house-is the centre of all that is en-
dearing and lovely in the scenes of the past
The place where mothers love, fathers guar
dian care, brothers companionship and a sis
ter's tenderness were ours, is privileged beyond
the common walks of life, quite on the verge Of
heaven Yes! the poet sang truthfully ant
sweetly though in an humble strain:
Through pleasures and palaces though may roanl
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home"
Why is this? Why are the scenes and sssoci
tons of childhood more attractive than all 9th
ers? Simply because children are the best phi
losophers and poets; because they live best, an(
are best. Their hearts are free their spirits
are buoyant and hopeful; they are trustfu ant
con6ding. They look upon the blue skies and
love them. They look upon the rosy clouds o
sunset and say 'that is mine They look upon
the rainbow, and feel that it blooms from the
clouds to gladden. their little hearts. They
listen to the caroling of the birds and say they
sing for me; to the prattling brooks, and say
they flow for me > to the bleating lamb, ant
say 'it crys for my sympathy and protection
In this way the child becomes one with ma
t,so onl oil o,fuor1 tb;pro bouo oorar "
reach its heart 1t looks with q natural eye or
things around it, and hence sees deepest into
their meaning and beauty. Before the artifcia
customs and conventionalities of society have
warped its tastes and chilled its sensibilities
the child sees something to attract and delight
it in everything Before the world has learned
it to mistrust and to calculate coldly, the child:
heart is q full fountain of confding love, unsus
pecting Innocence and natural sympathy. 'Tt
the pure in heart, all things pure: and hence
the eye that sees for the uncorrupted soul o.
childhood, sees nothing but beauty on the fail
and loving face of all creation. Thus it is thai
the scenes of youth have power through life tc
call the wanderer home.
Do you blame the young bride for shedding
a tear, even on the altar of conjugal love? Re
member, she is giving up home and kindred
breaking ties as strong as bands of brass, to e
with comparative stranger to new scenes and
new home. Blame her not, if in the great hour
of her life, she weeps to leave the scenes of bet
ter ard brighter days