Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1871-09-13
Going Homo.
From the EurckA Sentinel

From the Eureka Sentinel
How much Of significance is en-
braoed In the simple exclamation, ~
am going home" Nowhere on this
broad earth Of ours does It's utterance
bear with 1t more meaning than In this
country. Going home! says the
weather-beaten bearded miner to bis
comrade, who has known him twenty
years, a harum-skarum, ne'er-do-well,
running from one mining excitement
to another; sometimes with his "pock-
cts full OF rocks" but more frequently
"dead broke;" and with the words
come thronging recollections Of many
years ago, when, as a happy youth, he
attended the village school, and played
marbles with many q n long since
lain beneath the green sward. And
we'll his memory calls before him the
picture of his gray-haired father, and
patient, loving mother, with his
brothers and sisters grouped so low
ingly around him, bidding him that
last good-by Of so long ago. Where
now are all those dear ones, around
whom once centred his joys, and who
partook, with the only true affection
to be found In the world, Of his sor-
rows, smoothing down his little boyish
troubles and disappointments? What
a multiplicity of answers to the ques'
ton can be found In this world. Some
look back to the quiet grave yards, and
In memory mark the spot where lay
those so loved and cherished Others,
through carelessness In keeping up
communication with home, are uncer-
tain whether any still live who 80
kindly babe them good-by on that day
so long ago; others still, conscious that
the old folks are not much longer for
this life, are anxious to sec them Just
for a short time ere they peacefully
lay down In the sleep that knows no
waking. Brothers, sisters, all have a
r somewhere III the breasts Of the
most heart-hardened. How often do
we see rough, uncouth and apparently
uncultiyated men, who will resent fam
cied or real insults as quick as a wink,
whose lives, rs 1t were, are constantly
carried in their hands, and who would
consider themselves forever disgraced
to accept a wrong without resenting 1t
with q blow-bow down their heads,
with the almost forgotten tear-drops
standing In their eyes, at the mention
by some one Of a dearly loved sister
or mother! And when we see this, can
we Imagine that all truth and good Is
gone from them? No; away down In
the depths of that most mysterious
thing-the human hearts, cherished
In ali men the remembrance of some
loved one of the days lang syne. God
forbid that even the murderer awaiting
the day of his doom, locked In n loath-
some dungeon, shut out from all inter-
course with his fellow man, with his
limbs loaded down with the unfeeling
iron chains, should not have the holy
and trusting hope that in the world lie
IL about to visit he will there meet
some ono who. in spirit, will receive
him for what he was and forgive that
which he has done. Even he Is going
homc-not an earthly one, but II far
richer In true spirit Of love and for
giveness.
It Is a good thing for us all who have
passed the flower OF our lives among
the hRrdships and trials incident to q
residence OH the Pacific coast, once In
n number Of years to 60 home, renew
the feelings and friendships of happier
days, and return invigorated with the
newness and freshness always inspired
by congenial aud loving association.
We are always glad to hear men say
they intend going home to see the old
folks, who God bless theml never cease
to talk of "opr John In Californy."
It smooths the way to the grave, and
leaves an Imprint on our minds and
hearts which will follow us through
life and soften much of the hardness
and bitterness Of this not too happy
world.