The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1868-03-06
Home and Hearth.

Home and Hearth.
From the sentinel.)
Home, home, sweet home How few ia
Tiers ever call to mind and dwell upon, in
the busy and continuous struggle with the
cold. callous and unsympaibizing world
without, how inestimably happy it is for
them to have a home-a shelter-a refuge
from the fierce conflict between man and
man in the battle of life How few prop
erly value and appreciate the joys and bless
ings which dwell in the happy little world
of Home, so unlike the other world just left
at the gate, and over which they reign,
wise and provident rulers How few feel
that the blessings surrounding them are
blessings. or that the little joys, ever pre-
sented them, are joys, or that the little
world at home is different in all respects
from the greater one without! Does the
man of the world, returning to this minute
world of his own, around whose portals
none may intrude without his consent, ever
ponder and dwell upon the gracious bless
ings surrounding him, and weigh the res
possibility God has placed in his hands, of
which he must sooner or later render ac-
count?
How few parents, alas ever enter their
own homes approaching the blessings God
has given them, and understanding them
selves and their relationship to their own
children Who among the thousands who
battle daily with dishonest and over-act-
ing world, 60 home and enter its loving
portals with that keen appreciation of, and
admiration for, all that is pure and innocent
upon earth which should fill the heart Of the
God fearing and thankful among Christians
brothers and men.
Of all earth's blessings for man, God has
given nothing SO immeasurably dear and
so deserving of his every good wish and
provident desire, as Home-that republic
over which he is chosen monarch-that
earthly heaven, of which he is king, ruler,
father, ell
The thousand alluring and disgusting vi
ces of the outside wofld-alas too familiar
to him it may be-are unknown to the dar
lings who are growing up at home. The
guilt and shame of rotten world have not
yet cast their bane full allurements across the |
hearth around which his own blood and
flesh have multiplied to bless his name and
call him father.
The little ones prattling around him as
he sits quietly by the hearth, peering into
the glowing Goals whose lurid fervency,
like the lulling wings of seraph in a dream,
have drawn his overtaxed brain into an alb
sDracted and thoughtful revery, look up
with teil-tale eyes aud peep into Pap's face,
to read the story of love or anger. Has
papa ever thought bow inexpresslbly dear
to these little pets is one kind word from
him or any approving smile
How few of us, alas are competent to
appreciate the blessings of the dear little
Haven at home-the innocent world oflove,
in which we seek refuge and rest, when the
great evil world without frowns upon and
hunts down the dropping spirit within with
relentless persecution How few of US re-
ally appreciate the little world We have peo-
pied with innocence. whose iBquiring eyes
look upon the passing managerie Of the
world without in a rosy atmosphere and
brilliant cOlorihgs How many of us IN
derstandingly and enjoyably appreciate
that blessed little world at home, which, at
close of day, in loving circle greets papa
at the hearth, and whose loving little heart
longs for kiss and recognition /? Who
among US all, viii dare say that nama-pa-
tient, forbeafiug, long-suGeriog, tired ma
ma the good vile and queen Of hearts-is
I treated with the respectful consideration,
/ love and warmth Of affection which her
great, loving soul asks as her share in the
wealth of the home and hearth Few of
/ the worlds cold and calIous hearted, but
home and heaven blest, dare say they are
husbands aud fathers IS we'll as man in
/ word and deed
Home, home, sweet home! In Joy, in
suffering. in sfliction Tin all the trials and
bufetings of life, within thy blessed por-
tails only in all this vast world, may the
spirit of ma End welcome, and loving,
true, and sincere greeting, aud TO thee and
thine to day offer we a libation Of love aud
A word Of rarOunitiop 7