Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1860-05-03
A New England Home.

and rugged hili.sides. have nursed the In.
fancy and youth Of It's best men and women.
Timothy Titcon3," in his "GoId Foil de-.
'cribes from memory one Of these rural
homes:
| recall home like this, long since left
behind In the journey Of life; and i's mem.
ory AOats back over me with a shower OF
emotions and thoughts toward whose prec.
ious fall my heart opens itself greedily like
a greedy flower. !, Is home among the
mountsIns-humble and lowly-but price,
less In its wealth Of associations. The
waterfall sings again in my ears, as it used
to sing through the dreamy, mysterious
nights. The rose at the gate, the patch Of
tansy under the window, the neighboring
orchard, the old elm. the grand mach hine,y
Of storms aud showers, the little smithy
under the hill that famed with strange light
through the dull winter evenings, the wood
pile atihe door,the ghostly white birches
on the hill, and the dim, blue haze upon the
retiring mountains--sll these come oack to
me with an appeal which touches the heart
and moistens the eyes. sit again in ihe
doorway at summer nightfal!, eating my
bread and milk, looking off upon the dark
ening landscape, and listening to .he shouts
Of boys upon the hillside, calling or driving
homewsrd the reluctant herds. watch
again the devious way of The dusty night
hawk along the twilight sky, aud listen to
his measured note anil the breezy boom that
accompanies his headong plunge toward
the earth.
Even the old barn, cracy in every timber
and gaping in every joint, hes charms for
me. | try again the breathless leap from
the great beams into the hay. sit again in
the threshold of the wide y-open doors
open to the soft south wind Of spring-and
watch the cattle, whose faces look half
peacefully ruminate, while, drop by drop
the dissolving snow upon the roof drills
holes through the wasting drifts bereath
the caves, down into the oozing offa. OF the
yard. The first little limbs of the season
toddle by the side of their dams, and utter
their feeble bleatings, while the flock nibble
at the hay-rick, or a pair of rival wethers
try the strength of their skulls in an en-.
counter, half 10 earnest and half in plav.-
The proud old rooster crows on his dung
hill throne, and some delighted member Of
his silly family leaves her nest and tells to
her mates and to me that there is another
egg in the world. The old horse whinnies
in his stall, and calls to me for food. look
up to the roof and think of last years swal-
lows--soon to rptnrn again-and hear the
tortions of their musical morocco, as il
wraps their young, and catch glimpse of
angular sky through the diamond shaped
opening that gave Them fngvess snd egress.
How, I know not, and care not, but that old
barn is a part OF myself-it has entered into
my life and given me growth and wealth.
But look into the house again, where
the life abides which has appropriated these
things. and finds among them its home. -
The hour of evening has come, the lamps
are lighted, and good man in middle life
though very old he seems TO be-takes
down the well.worn Bible and reads chap.
ter from its halo we'd pages. A sweet woman
sits at his side, with my sleepy head upon
her knee, and brothers and sisters are group
ed reveren,ly around. do not understan nd
the words, but have been told that they
are the words Of God and believe it. The
long chapter ends, and then we. all knee
down and the good man prays fell asleep
with my head in the chair, and the mex,
morning remember nothing of the way il
which went to bed. After breakfast thC
Bible is taken down and the good man pray.
again; and again and again is the worship
repeated, through all the days of many gol
den years. The pleasant converse of tn,
fresde, the simple songs of home, the words
of encouragement as bend over my schoo
! patient bearing with the freaks of my rest
; less nature, the gentle couuselsmnglcd with
reproofs and approvals, the sympathy tha
meets and assuages every sorrow and sweet
ems every little successful these return t
me amid the responsibilities which pres
upon me now, and feel as if had ono,
lived in Heaven, and, straying ,lost my way
Well, the good old man grew old nnC
wesry, and fell asleep at last, with blessing
on his lips for me. Some of those who call
ed him father lie side BY side with him il
the same calm sleep. The others are scat
tered and dwell in new homes, and the ol,
house and barn ard orchard have passed in
to the possessio. Of strangers, who have
learned, or are learning, to look back upoi
: them as do now. Lost, ruined, forever lef
D behind, that home is mine eto-day as truly a
it ever was. for have | not brought il t,awa
with me and shown il to you. |: was th
home Of my boyhood7 In il l.found my frs
mental food, and.by it was my young sou
+, fashioned. To me, through weary years an,
q many dangers and sorrows, it has been
4 perennial fountain VI delight and purifyin
influence, simply because it was my home
b. and was and is part of me. The rose q
y the gate blooms for me now. The landscap
comes when summon it, and, | hear tn
voices tina; call to me from lips which mem
+ ory makes immortal.
: THE LEMON SLAVE .CAsE.--Th.s note
y case, which has SO long been pending /
u the State Courts Of New York,has fnall
been decided in the Court of Appeals. b