The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1864-08-16

Wind and water wander round the
world, and grow fresher for the journey.
The lost diamond Knows no difference
between the dust where it lies and the
bosom from which il fell; but everything
that has vitality requires home. Eve
rything that lives seeks to establish Der
manent relations with that upon which it
must depend for supplies. Every plant
and every animal has its country, and 10
that country favorite location, where il
finds that which will give it the healthiest
Development and the most luxurious life.
Maize will not grow in England, and or
anges are not gathered in Lspland. The
white bear pines and dies beneath the
equator, and the lion refuses to live in the
polar ATTITUDES.
The elm OF "a century may not be trans
planted with safety unless q large portion
OF Its home be taken with it In iunp-
les and Gems, in root beds and PARASITIC
footbeids, in rivers and brooks. and bays.
In cabins and tents, and palaces, every.
thing that lives. from the lowest animal
and plant to the lordiest man, has home.
place or region with whose resources
Its vitality has established relations. I
have no doubt, with analogy only for the
basis of my belief. that God, the founda
ton of life, has a home, and that there is
somewhere in space a place which we
call Heaven.
recall home like this. long since left
behind in the journey Of life: and its
memory floats back over me with show
er of emotions and thoughts. towards
whose precious fall my heart opens itself
greedily. like thirsty flower. Il is
home among the mountains-humble and
homely, but priceless 10 its wealth Of a..
sociations.
The waterfall sings again in my ears a.
1t used to sing through the DREAMY. mvs.
FERROUS nights. The rose at the gate. the
patch Of tansy under the vindov. the
neighboring orchard, the old elm. the
grand machinery of storms and showers
the little sni,by under the hill that Gam.
cd with strange light through the dull
winter evenings, the wood pile ct the door.
the ghostly white birches on the hill AID
the elm and blue haze upon the retiring
mountaips-all these come back In me
with en- appeal which touches nv heart
and moistens my eyes. sit sgain in the
doorway at summer nightfall, eating mr.
bread and milk, looking of upon the dar.
kenipg landscape, and listening to the
shouts OF boys upon the hillside driv;no
homeward the reluctant herds. :. / vstch
again tho devious way of the dusty night
hawk along the twilight sky. and listen 10,
ais measured note, and the breezy boom
snat accompanies his headlong plunge
toward the earth. -,
But look again into the house vh.r.
the life abides which has apnrnnr;..sd
these things, and finds among then, i.
home. The hour Of evening has com.
the lamps are lighted, and good man ~
middle lite taxes down the well vorr q;
bic and reads chapter from its hslh,.-Aa
pages. A sweet woman sits ~ ~. "a.
with my sleepy head upon her knea 80;
and brothers aud sisters are reverend,
grouped around. I do Not under,,.n3
the words. but have been &old that thsv
are the words Of God, and I believe H..
The long chapter ends, and then ve ,ll
knesi down, snd the good pas prsys. +
fall asleep with my head 10 the chair. aud
Enc maxi morning know notbing Of the
wsy 10 which | went TO bed.
Wen, ne good man fell asleep Il last. With
blsssings on his lips for ne. Soma Of
them thsa cslled him father lie ia. ~
eide with Lin in the same calu sIeee.-
Ths otsers are scattered, and dwell Il
nev houses, and the old house and h.r..
add orchard have passed fnto the posses-
sion Of stsssgeri, Who have lserned !,
ars lssrsisg 70 look back apoa Their 3 I
do. Lust. rained. forever len hehi.d
49, hone - mioe tpday - Huly . i
eng -, FIR hove | % bssaflt isa-.,
1iak - and shown 4 u Jda3
The sweetest typs of heavsa L home
may, heaven itself il the home Tor Hoe
asqnisieioa wssFs y ssEivs shs mose sessae.