Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1868-10-23
Written for the Perry sburg Journal
HOME,

Thiui Ia the swpetcst word in tho wide range
of the sturdy English tongue. That other sweet
English word" lleaNtn'---IcferS tOR foreign
cline 50 remote from mortas rs to loae its
charm But few notes Of celestial songs are
waited to us in broken harmnnies afar ntf across
the river celestial visions are faint outlines
obtained through the medium uf faith, as dis.
tant stars viewed through the lens ut u tele.
scope our loves aud longinRs Tor that bright
sphere are poor wvnklings and, like angels
visits are few Nul far between 'Tis but u few
mmtals, ued aud weary, who love to hear the
voice which summons them from earth to
heaven.
Not So With Home. That word is music to
the ear, though uttered by the shIill voice OF u
bag. Tho summons to go home IL ever wei
come. The heN,ta resting place the pavilion
of tho soal. Those are true, real, bona ide
angels whose feet tread our solid hearth stones,
aud those are well-,uncd, grand voices that come
to our ears from the little circle about our fire.
sides There NAV be another KIND Ot angels,
with wings aud beautiful lnces, but il they are
good for anNthing they are very much like
father or mother, whose soul beams On us through
the eve aud whoso benelactions reach Nc Though
tho hand-that useful, practical, aud, | may
say, material instrument, which smootheS our
pillow aud handles the gidron. There NAV
be some very, very charming ours in that far
Offregiou, but they have no charm for me unless
they are very like my bloIher or my sister,
whose hopes aud fears were mine before the
world had for me shady side.
You may tell me OF angelic unions mud re-
unions. But those words are without meaning
- an unknown tongue 10 me--uncsS they are
very like the bond that binds me to my better
half-mv other self--thc wife of my bosom -
tho mother Of my babes. The big book does
indeed tell MS that heaven Is better than earth
there the wicked cease from troubling, and the
weary are at reSt-where ull good beings meet
aud dwell together. That NIL sounds very we'll.
Aud believe II is true. There is heaven
But | do not wish tn be translated To that tairer
cline II il be not very like my own dear homo
the dearest spot on earth tu me - the place where
my fri,uts and kindred dwcll-- where NO pure
loves meet together Whence all kindly offices
go tur h.
Know not how 20 r,thom tho lowest depth Of
suffering aud woe unless | measure 1t by The
sad lut of the man who has no homc- no
merely the orphan or the child Ot mistottune
In thew may find hvme, That heart Is II
very deed a poor wreck which las geascd to hea
with toe love of home. That mud is IN irOtl
a lOrnn hope in which exist M thoughts q
home. When all traces ot home have faded out
innd mymury may as vel cease trvm making
us record for that record is hut u list ut per
pptull crime. When Tom, nick and Harry,
noblr band, lusi sight nr homc and were hitl
be, on Is SWeS' influences tleN each became
ruihlu, q tbiel and a ruhcur saw them Y
deus of IN amy, I'm The cells of pr,son'h house
] and IN their way tc the gt,luWs. The phll q
| ~. K and Harry. hard and bravo, hore un mark
| e broth rho ,l--uot tho least taco 'r sign d
! h me WAS visible. l'ey wero lost 20 kin, an
csrsd nDta tx Tor the rest Of mankind, Poo
| rym vas saved. Tie thought ot mother,
| at sr'a ave aud sisters p aver, reSiorel hil
| % his own dear self again, Once home again
| uiui,i,rel uoto hy the augelS uf tho buusehol,
no ycly soon rcgained his lost honor and hi
mauhuod. ANON.