The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1870-02-24
Home.

How sweet are the endearments of Home
How delightful the associations that clius
around the scenes of our childhood. Home
Aye, in that word dwclls a magic sweetness
which moves the heart, and causes every core
of love and affection to ylbrate in tones o
sympathetic harmony. There is certain
something in the cndearments of home, which
enshrined in youthful affections, must liv,
forever. There is the impress of a mother
love, a fathers care, sisters tenderness
brothers affection, which, stamped with the
inperi liability of thought, nousht can eradi
cate OR destroy Mistortuncs may dampcn
or death suspend, for season, but transplant
ed to faircr Cline they will bloom beyond
the tomb.
t'Therc is no place like home" Though
we range the limits Of creation though VIZ
fix our residence in the spicy wales of Ceylon
or among the delightful wales Of Italy; tho
we possess the Indies, and call the world ouI
own; though slaves 90 at our bidding and
kings do us reverence; though fatterers in
fate our PRIDE and Injuries crown our board
We. experience little Of that undisturbed quie;
that marked the first years Of our existence
we tastefew of those enjeymeuts that cncir-
.ced homestead; few Of those pleasures that
twined around the family mansion. Home, is
home, and no spot on earth can compare with
the place of cur nativity. ........s 9a.y
go. The absent love to think of home. How
verldistaLt, the idea Of ever arriving there.
is delightful How often does the heart Of
of the sailor, borne on the billow Of the tenn
,pestous ocean, fly back to the loved retreat Of
his youth, as he listens to the notes Of ssweet
home, from the companion ofshiss cheerless
voyage, and he almost fancies himself seated
by bis own ffeside, listening to the sweet
singing of LIES co,npahion, which so oft. has
driven away the dull cares of life, and lit up
his stormichafed breast with gladness and Joy.
Whether we heir The sweet song Of home
pealed from the swelling notes of the organ,
or the delicate tones Of tie piano, or IEe
nicely adjusted keys Of the little music box,
tits all the same, They all ravish the soul
with those iaetfable emotions. which. being
felt, cannot be told. Home is recalled and i
responsiveecho Sounds from the deepest heart.
For there are father and mother, brothers and
sisters, the companions Of our youth, the
fields of our rural sports and childish anus ;
ments. Nor can death break the tie thas
binds US to our homes Has, Kind father
gone to the world Of spirits? Has a dear
mother left her weeping children ? Has "a
lovely sister or affectionate brother been torn
away by the tyrant's ruthless hand IF SO.
their graves are dear to our remembrance, and
the places that once knew them, are doubly
endeared, since their departure. jflGsg /
The same relation which exists, between US
and our terrestrial homes, also exist between
the child of God and his residence in the
skies. As we are cheered by the prospect Of
approaching home, SO is the way-worn pilgrim
as his journey clo.le and he goes home to
heaven There, received in the bosom of his
Fathers family he is made partaker Of those
blessings he'has SO long seen by faith, aud
sought BY prayer; and insured endless
perpetuity Of bliss. he 't.enters in to go no
q more eask forever. His course is finished.
his work is accomplished and he is at rest AT
HOME.