The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-06-01
A PICTURE OF HOME.


| recall home long siuce left bohinl In
the journey OF life, and It's memory tloats
back over me with shower of emotions
aud thoughts towards whose precious fall
my heart opens itself ggeedily, like thirs-
~ Hover. II ia a home among the noun
tains--humble aud homely--but priceless
in its associations, Phe waterfall again
sings in my ears, as il used to through
those dreamy, mysterious nights. The
rose at the gate, the patch of tUnsy under
the window, the nDlshboring orchard, the
old elm. the grand machinery OF storms aud
showers, tho littlo smithy under tho hill
that famed with strange light through the
dull winter evenings, the wood-pilo at the
door, the ghostly white birchcs on tho hill
and the DIM blue haze on the retiring mOun.
tains-.all thaae come back 10 me with an
appeal that touches my heart and mJisteus
my eyes. sit again in the doorway at
summer uightfill, eating my bread and
milk, looking OF upon the darkoning land
scapc, and listening to the shouts Of boys
on tue hillside calling or driving homo 'the
reluctant herds. | watch again the devious
ways of the dusky nighthlwk along the
twilight sky and list1n to hjs measured
note, and the breezy boom that accompan-
les his headlong plunge towards tho earth
Even the old barn. crazy in eyery tim
bar and gaping at every joint, has charms
tor me. | try again the breathless leap
from the great beams in the hay. sit
Il gain on tho threshold OF the widely open
doOrs---open to the soft south wind of
spling--aad watch tho cattle, whose faces
look half human to me, as they sun them.
selves, and peacefully ruininatc, wEile
drop by drop tho melting snow on the roof
drills holes through the wasting drifts be-
meath the caves. The first little lambs of
tho season tottle by the side eli their dams,
aud utter thor feeble b!oatings, willis the
flock nibble at the hly rick, or pair of
rival weathers try the strength Of their
skulls in an encounter, half in earnest and
half in play. The proud old roosters crow
upon the dunghll throne, aud some delight
ed member OF his silly family leaves her
nest, and tells to her mates and to me that
there is one moro egg in the world. The
old horse whinuies in his stall aud calls
to me for food. look up to the roof, and
think of the last years sWalows-soon to
return again--aud catch a glimpse Of angu-
lar sky through the diamond shaped open.
ing that gave them ingress aud egress
How, | know not, and caro- not but that
old barn is a part OF myseltlit has entered
INTO my lie sud givea me growth and
wealth,
But look into the housc again where
the life abides, which has Appropriated
these thiuss, and fn among them its home
The hour of evening has co:le, the Tampa
| are lighted, aud the good man in middle
ile--though old he seems to mo---takes
down the Bible and reads a chapter from
its halowed pages. A sweet woman sit,
at his side, with my sleepy head upon hei
knees, and brothers and sisters are group
ed reyereutly around ne. do not under
stand the words, but have been told t4e,
are the words of God, and | believe il
| The chapter ends and we all kneOl down
and the good man prays ! fall asleep viii
my head in the chair, aud the next morning
| | remember nothilg how | went TO bed
| After breakfast the Bible is taken down
and the good mau prays again; and agail
is the worship repeated through all the
| days of many golden years. Tho pleasant
converse of the frcsde, the simple song
OF home, the words Of eucOurage as
bend over my school task, the kiss as
! lie down to rest, the patient bearing with
tho freaks of my restless nature, the gen
tic couusels mingled with reproofs and ap
proval the sympathy that meets aud as
suage5 every sorrow and sweetens every
little SUCCESSFUL these teturn to me anids
the responsibilities which press upon me
now, and feel as if had once lived il
| Heaven, aud straying had lost ny way.
We'll, the good man grew old and weary
and fell asleep at last with blessings OF
llis lips for me. Some Of those who caleC
him father, lie side by side in the sam,
calm sleep. The others are scattered anc
dwell in Aew homes, and tho old house
and orchard have passed into the hands o
strangers. who have learned, or are learn
iny 10 look upon them as | do now. Lost
ruined, forever left behiud, that homo i,
mine to-day, as truly as ii ever was, fo
have notlbrought it away with me ant
shown it to your 1t was She home of N,
boyhood In it | found my first menn
food, and by it was my young soul fashion
ed. To me, through weary years aud man,
sorrows, It has been perennial fountain
of delight aud purifying Influences, sim
ply because il was my home, and was aR
is part of me. The rose at the gate bloom
for me now. The landscape comes when
summon it, and hear the voices tlilt ga
me from lips which memory mikes lnllor
tsl.--B, f. Taylor.
4 scotch nobleman, seeing an Old gal
dener Of his establishment witli very ole
patched, thongh ragged coat, made som
passing remarks on it's condition. It's
yeara guild coat" said the honest old InllI
II cannot agree with you there" said hi
lordship. GAY, it's just yerrs gIid coat
persisted the old man; lit covers a col
tented sbirit, aud "a body that owes no ma
anything and that's naW than money
nIan eau say q their coat!