The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1862-02-27
tFrom the wayerly Magazine.l
Observation-Disclosures
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The above are three of the sweetest
words in our language. They are
freighted with much good to thousands
Of aching but grateful and affectionate
hearts that are now wandering through
this world Of change. 90
Homel the dearest spot on earth,
around which my young nffectieus cling,
in the Sweetest, hol Q t ii of love; the
place where are Graded the scenes Of
my childhood-my joys and sorrows,
my hopes and fears, the scene Of their
fruition, their ruin and decay. 'Tis the
place where memory loves to dwell and
linger upon it's well-remembered scenes,
its bright, gladstone days that have
passed away forever. Homel how sweet
thy associations, how soothing thy re-
collections; how many pleasing as we'll
as snddening memories rush before my
visionl The favorite woods and fount-
aims, the rocks and rivulets, the messy
dells and shady valleys. Oh! how much
like a dream they seeml
Homel home! the magnet of attrac.
tion to every true heart-the centre of
every social tieI Ever may as now,
venorate and adore its sacred precincts;
ever may [ turn to it as the one true
and faithful friend and with longings
to enjoy its peaceful quiet, its sweet and
holy memories. 1t possesses far the
greatest charms on earth, and around it
my heart is entwined in the holiest
bonds of friendship. Its dear old
mountains, its grand and majestic for
rests, its rivulets winding here and
there, oil possess charm that will new
er decay.
MOTHER.
The dearest, the truest and the best
friend allotted us here below. All!
who can write of mothers love--ever
true and constant through change, sick
ness and death--ever watchful to thy
interests from the cradle to the grave.
1t is spark of electric fire that never
wakes dina taper whose genial light
is always bright through storm and
darkness; and the raging elements have
no power to quench its radiance. IT'S
the stay and support of our great Re-
public-the one secret power Of good
the life and light of every home.
Ali who can tell its worth? Poets
have sung of its teauty ever since the
morn OF creation, and tits theme that
is still fresh-a subject that can never
be exhausted. The rough winds of ad-
verSity may moan around its object, sor-
rows innumerable may darken its path
way, yet, through all changes, the light
or love remains the same. OH none
can rightly prize it; none can do too
much for the comfort Of the mother that
has done so much for them. Mother!
sacred name! blessed be thy name for
ever! Thrice precious and holy is thy
memory.
HEAVEN.
The great home above, whore we hope
to meet the whole family of man. The
paradise that poets have sung about,
the picture so radiant-the great fields
and murmuring streams, the blue skies
and sunny hills. "The great bourne
from whence no traveller has yet return
ed"
Change, sorrows, and trials attend
our earthly pilgrimage, yet, through all
this there is hope, beaming light
that, when all is over, and our forms are
shroudcd for the tomb, our spirits will
rise on buoyant wings to the great
throne where our Faith r. re gns nj all is
love, peace and joy, and anthems are
swelling through the lofty domes, and
gushing forth in glad, sweet echoes
Oil that will be a gladstone meetins
"Eye hath not seen it, ear hath not
heard its deep songs of joy" Yet we
know that our Father is God of love,
that he watcheth over us, and kuoweth
all our wants; that he sees all our sor-
rows, and we f'el cors .ious that in his
own good time he will gather his chill
dren into the great fold prepared for
them.
Oh! yo care-worn and weary bind
this to your aching bosoms. Let it be
beacon light through all thy trials,
and through chance and change, still
hope for that perfect rest that is prom
ised when thy work is done.
l "And 10, a great multitude, which no
man could number, of all nations, and
kindreds, and people, and tongues
stood before the Lamb, clothed with
white robes, and palms in their hands"
CARRIE BELL.