Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-08-01
KODzR PICTURES
Snap Shots IRON Life.
NV eERHARr NIELSEN.
HOME.

There is no great intrinsic merit in
the poetry of Howard Payne's song,
"Home. Sweet Home" and yet there
is no song that so thrills the heart,
that Is so sure to stir the blood and
moisten the eyes whenever it is sung.
This is because 1t appeals to a senu-
ment that inspires every breast. There
is something in the very word, home,
that awakens the most tender emo
tiOns. Though ever so huole,
there's no place like home There Is
no flower so dear to us as the rose that
blossoms by our garden gates. no wa
ter so bright and pure as that nv the
banks Of which we have : 'cE ~
childhood, gathering the viC.c;7 5na'
clustered on its brink, sailing oui tiny
boats upon its surface in anticipation
Of the great ventures and voyages OF
life. We may wander away and min
gle in the worlds fierce strife, and
form new acquaintance, associations
and friendships and fancy that we
have almost forgotten the land or cur
birth, but at some evening hour as we
listen, perChance, to the autumn Winds'
the remembrance Of other days comes
over the soul. and fancy pears US back
to childhood scenes, and we roam again
amid the familiar haunts. and press the
hands Of the companions long since
cold in their graves. and listen to the
voices we shall hear on earth no more.
Rob Roy SAYS that when his great
enemy forced him to flee from his ma
tive district TO a safe place, that his
wife. Helen. composed a lament so sad
and woeful that the hearts OF those
who heard it died within them, and he
adds: Il would not have that same
touch Of heart again-no-not for all
the broad lands owned by the Mac
GregOrs.'
1t is we'll known that the perform
ance Of the Rang des Vaches' by the
band of the Swiss Sards was forbid
den. The simple moC~1SIz air recall
ing to the military exiles their noun
tain homes and the tender associations
Of their youth. rendered them so home
sick that they could endure absence no
longer. and deserted their colors in
numbers. The same effect was pro-
duced in Canada among the Highland
Regiment by the performance OF
"Lochibar no more,
IL has been most eloquently said:
The New England mariner amid the
icebergs of the northern seas, or
breathing the spicy gales Of the ever
green isles. or coasting along the
shores of the Pacific. though the hand
Of time may have blanched his raven
locks. and care have ploughed deep
burrows on his brow. and his heart
may have been chilled by the storms
of the ocean. till the fountain Of his
love has almost ceased to gush with
this heavenly current; yet, upon some
summers evening. as he looks upon the
sun sinking behind the western wave.
will think of home, and his heart will
yearn fer the loved days, and his tears
will flow like the summers rain. How
does the heart of the wanderer, after
long years Of absence beat, and his
eyes fill as he catches glance OF the
hills of his nativity; and when he has
pressed the lips of a mother or sister,
how soon does he hasten to see if the
garden. and the orchard, and the
stream look as in days gone by. We
NAV find climes as beautiful and skies
as bright. and friends as devoted, but
that will not usurp the place OF home.