San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1896-12-20

Thus, in his isolation, he makes
his own place at home. For the time
he is no more a stranger in the streets
of a strange city. He is with the
homefolks around the home table par
taking of the home fare. He is at
home. Should it have been his mis-
fortune, his fatal endowment to have
gone out from loveless surroundings,
no less he makes his home, his own
home, in his own thought of those he
has left behind. In any event it is
not the real home, the home that act
ually is. but the home that he has
created in his thought of it that he
revisits, and in that revisiting either
bleSSes of curses il. To him ever af-
terward, until all the end shall come
he creates his home. His old home is
by him made. made in the thought he
has of it. The new home that he
shall build in the coming maturity of
his years will be homemade. home
made by himself. Every stone in it's
foundation, every ornament in its
walls, homemade.
Then as the thought tides out into
the wider and ever widening spaces
it is seen that all things within us and
without us are homemade. 1t is that
of ourselves that we build into them
that we really possess, simply this
and nothing more. All our griefs are
homemade, just homemade. For the
sorrows of others that we give such
power of suffering to ourselves by are
such by our hOmemaking. Our joys are
hnn 10 in bs1 t. e,
in power of grief to dim the brightness
of that life that will not entertain the
thought of sorrow. 1t is not in the
power of joy to make glad the natures
that breed distress in their own souls
over the sins or sufferings or misfor-
tunes or i'll of others. All, all are
homemade.
This thought has become today the
pivot on which the advanced minds
of the generation is turning. The in
dividual as reater than the society,
or the society as greater than the indi-
vidual, which! Tennison gave his
"And the individual withers and the
race is more and more" Perhaps
there is after all deeper and a Wild
er sense which the individual is SUI
preme, the unit in the equation of ex-
istence by witch all is to be calculated,
all measured. Be this as it may the
individual is the laboratory in which
all that really is on earth is made.
1t is so physically, morally. intellec-
tually and, to 90 into the church dis
tinctions. spiritually and religiously
also. Home is that eternal creator
by whom are all things and of whom
are all things. Everything that is
made is thus made and without it
there is nothing made that is made.
Home is alpha. Omega may be hell
or heaven.
That boy in the streets of that
crowded city was homemade in every
fibre of his nature. He may have
been written down so by those who ig-
norant of their whence and whittier
imagined that it was discredit to him
to be thus made. Not one of all that
vast throng but was in the same i'm
age and likeness made. the likeness
Of home. Homemade they were ev-
cry son and daughter of them. Home
ever one within the other. The
lllueTlnost ClrCle Vi All Is ludI WILT
in our own spirits the inner
and center of life. But leav-
ing this there remains the idea of
us all being homemade, alike in the
homes out of which we come, where
we were born and reared. as well as
in the homes into which we go and
which in the end we make for ourselv-
es. that in turn out Of them other life
may proceed. 1t it the character of
this homemade life that makes the
life of the nation, of the world.
1t is somewhat the fashion to sneer
at the LONELINESS Of home, particu-
larly the homes Of the humble, the
poor, the ignorant, the lower class
homes of the people. But in all these
homes the characters OF a nation are
being made, homemade. AS they are
thus made so is the nation made, and
no power outside of these homes can
change the national character that is
impressed there. This is food for
reflection in high places.
Selfmade men are often spoken Of,
but every man is homemade before
he is selfmade, and afterward as well,
There is something sweet as a strain
of music in the word home. 1t has
rest in it and peace and comfort and
security. But if home be hell, what
unrest and torment in it. AS Hood
so well says:
''And since our parents, called the
First
A little family squabble hurst.
OF all our evils the worst of the
worst
Is homemade infelicity."
Home is the fruitful womb in which
all things are born. 1t is the matrix
in which is formed all joy or sorrow,
all peace or unrest, all pleasure or
pain, all growth or all decay, all loss
or gain or of hell or of heaven that
humanity is heir to or achieves for it.
self. From the creative land of home
there is no escape. Homemade is
stamped on everything that is. 1t is
craven on your thought,y your will,your
purpose, your abilities and your disa-
bilities. You are homemade in every
fibre of your soul and body. That Is
to say you are not foreign made or
born and then paturaliZed where Won