Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1863-07-30

world OF home. The man whose spirit
does not instinctiyely accord the at
tractiVeness and sacredness of the yerv
idea of home, has fallen below the diG-
nifty Of a rational and social intelligence
Such a man needs no home, because he
wants heart.
Cowper seems to have derived cxouis-
ite pleasure from the reflection that all
had not been lost in the fall; for he
exclaims with evident emotion
domestic happiness thou only bliss
OF Paradise that has survived the fall
Though few nov taste thee unimpaired and free.
Thomson, in his Seasons, draws a
very natural and life-like picture Of a
true home his grouping together of the
family is certainly one of the most fell
citous strokes of his descriptive genius.
OF how many homes Of which we wot
is this representation a faithful type /!
Here it is
''Thc touch Of kindred too and love he feels
The modest eye, whose beams his alone
Ecstatic shine: tho little strong embrace
OF prattling children, twined around his neck,
And emuloUs to please him, calling forth
The fond patornGl soul. :
This is the life which those who fret in guilt,
And guilty cities, never know; the life
Led by primcval ages uncorrupt,
When angels dwelt, and God himself, With man T.
There is more than elegant, harmo-
nious vorsifcation in the following lines
Of Montgomery; there is a sentiment in
them which speaks to every heart, and
touches chord Of sympathetic emotion
in every soul. Who does not love and
revere the memory of this good poet for
writing them?
AIan. through all ages of revolving time,
unchanging man, in every varying cme
Deems his land Of every land the pride,
Beloved of heaven DER all the world beside;
His HOME the spot Of earth suprcmcly best
deaFer, sweeter spot then all the rest"
Everything about home has its pecu
liar. association Of interest to the memo
ry and heart. Things in themselves
small and trivial, belong to the very
idea. Without them, each in its place,
home would not be home in the natural
life-like sense of the word. Goldsmith,
in his picture Of rural home, humor
ously gets off the following, and surely
there are but few who have not at times
had just such scene of the past re-
touched by memory:
ssAround in sympathetic mirh,
It's tricks the kitten tries;
rhc cricket chrrups on the hearth,
The cracking fagot ilies
while Byron is certainly happy in bring
inc out the idea Of his verse, when he
SAYS with 50 much beauty and tender
ness:
sIis sweet to hear The wateh-dos'7 honest D'rk
Bay deep-mouthod welcome as we draw near nome
Tis sweet to know there IS an eye MI MI, iin m come
Oar coming, and look brighter when We eohi'
The physical world, just outside OF
the charmed circle Of home, is a necess-
itv to the effect Of the scene. The I'M
mediate surroundings Of the spot OF our
birth and childhood attach to the mem
ory through all time they are too nal-
lowed in our hearts ever to be opItef.
ated from memory. Every object apop'
that shrine. of our childhood has an as
ISOLATION, a tale, or memory, that we
love to linger fresh and green about our
hearts. This idea is most httlngly eA-
pressed by Woodworth IN these "oiu'
..,rou do.r = mis- heart are the scenes Of my child
Whom fond nIor, recollection recalls to view oa wild
The orchard, the meadow the ue'l-''i9'>
And every n0IS load spot which my infancy knew
Heaven designed that HOME shouLa Y1 -
be a cherished spot; and man Woulu ~
nntrne to all the higher and nobler IN
stincts of his nature, if it were not 50,
The last passion which grows colH irdH n
the human breast is the love OF klnureo
and home Even the savage, deaa 70
symnathyasis his heartfor the white man, ma:
cberisbes m idolatrous reverence Tor MS ms
hunting-grounds and the graves q i'ls e
forefatRers. This sacred prlnciPi:o, I'll y
yoneration for home and its cherlsneI
objects runs all through the lower anu y
higher grades of society. II ep5alIs 9Ea noor or
much in the humble cottage Of IN the ,lpa~l pool
and unlottered, as in the splendid iii''n
sions Of the opuIont and the great r.
9i0ll1 And j wbv WIN Should it not be 50 ? ! -
was there we were born; therg !, ~ nomem- me :
the days and mingled in thewel1-relWug;itlb W;tb
bered m scenes of our childhood. " IN
sncb D1h ~ holy and hallowing memories .;1J AZ 7
taehinr ta 10 to that sacred place, why shonId o,1d
we not love and cherishlt? WY Janances s
not mellowing, soul-touchlng ihnueH'S