The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1875-09-23

tie one from ~reyeries and gloomy rehcc-'
tions. 1t only rained. AS Dickens would
say: 1t streamed trXn every twig and
bramble; made little gullies in every
path ran down Il hundred gullies in our
poorly-graveled streets, and punched in
Vulnerable holes everywhere in poor
mother earth. 1t fell with II slushy sound
among the grass, and made Il muddy ken
mel OF every lurrow in the ploughcd fields.
The prospect could hardly have been more
desolate if animated nature had been dis
solved in the water and poured down upon
earth again In that form. 1t was the dis
malest day we have seen for many Il day.
1t WAS like an autumn frost in spring
time, and we sat ut our home like one
condemned to feed ON bitter fruits gath
cred for Us by designing men. Read we
could not, albeit the mind turned instinc-
lively to that portion OF Holy Writ which
says that once upon Il time, when the
world had grown very wicked and God
~ displeased with His O,om cork, He sent
IL IiOpll " uIpNh nv WIFI NIlu lIdNN ! u
better. And we could not help thinking
the flood had not done its duty-that the
world was worse now than in the days of
Noah, and another flood was necessary to
complete what the first flood failed to
perform. And it rained increasingly, as
If Heaven was really angry. But this we
knew could never be. We knew our God
could not be God and, like man. get angSy.
And then the winds blew the rain in at
every ~crcyice- Under every door-hither,
needless of consequences. Oh, it
was a dark and dreary day, and we uncon-
sciously, yet lovingly, nestled Il little
closer than usual, ii possible, our sweet,
promising baby girls to Il heart, and
them ifthey loved mamma, and when
they said Ten pounds! then we knew
were at home and not in the rain. And
when we looked about and saw our chill
dren cheerful in their innocent ignorance,
and their mother happy to see them SOL
Oh, fiji season for Il home love-fcaSt para
to all the rituals of churches!
We forgot for the nonce that it was
raining and blowing, and that the day
was dark and drcary." fe, who, like
Rasseias, sigh for happiness beyond your
own present vale, attend to this: There is
no place like home, if love rules, and we
fly to that home in darksomc hours, as the
hare, when
pursued,
viii pant for the place from whence it
started"
1t waS a dismal day, this Saturday we
lrc writing about, and we went to sleep at
consolcd by the thoughttbat it could
not last always, but that the next morning
would usher in II bright II and our
spirits would rise in consequence. If we
were mistaken it matters not. 1t only
us again to never gamble upon
matters beyond our own power to control,
aud we here tell the world to not allow
Hope TO jeopardy its hearts desires. Sab
bath morning was cold, almost frosty,
and up to this writing the weather is dis
inclined to be balmy. And we are think
ing that this unexpected rain and cold
were given us in order to make us think.
Wintcr is close upon us, and many begin
to think seriously about their larder, their
meat, their coal, their wood-thcir homes,
The rich are not disturbed except
ms to whether those in need have made
much this year, and will be able to pay
them. They have never thought of being
to God tor superior craftiness
and luck, by which they themselves have
gotten rich in worldly goods; have never
thought of praising God for a brain supc-
rior to the brains of poor folk for making
money or obtaining place and power. Oh
no! And thousands sit in Judgment upor
poor criminal, and send him to the
pcnitentiary, who would have done worse
than the criminal under similar temptl-
ton. Oh, if we would only, in all our
ju %lgnents. suppose Il change of cases'
And we will end this hurried allusion to
the weather by quoting from a great nov.
elist, who truly spoke when he said:
"Cant as we may. and rs we shalbto the
end ofall things, it is very much harder for
the Door to be virtuOns than 10 Isl for the
rich and the good that Is in them shines
the brighter for it. In many 4 noblc man
sion lives Il man, the best of husbands and
of fathers. whose private worth in both ca
pacities is Justly landed to the skies. But
strip from his fair young wife her silken
dress andjewels, unbind her braided hair,
stamp early wrinkles on her brow, pinch
her pale cheek with care and much priva-
ton, array her faded fern in coarsely
patched attire, let there be nothing but his
love 10 set her forth or deck her out. and
you shall put it to the proof indeed. so
change his station In the world, that he
shall see in those young things who climb
about his knee, not records of his wealth.
and name, but little wrestlers with him Tor
his daily bread, so many poacheIs on ms
scanty meal, so many units To divldc his
every sum of comfort. and further TO re-
duce its small amount. In lieu OF the en-
dearments OF childhood in its sweetest as
pect, heap upon him all its pains and
wants, its sicknesses and its ills, its fret
fulness. caprice, and querulous endurance;
let its prattlc be, not of engaging infant
%fancies, but of cold and thirst and hunger;
and If his fitiierly affection outlive all
this. and he be patient. watchful, tender.
careful q. his clildrcn's lives. and mind
ful always OF their joys AMI sorrows, then
send him back to Parliament. and Pulpit,
and to Quarter Sessions. and when he
hears fine talk of the depravity OF those