The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1924-05-15
THOUGHTS OF HOME AND
AND
MOTHER

Day. sermon, which The Herald ha
the honor of here reproducing, fun
assured that our many readers wi
treasure it with memories of her who's
love passeth understanding.
Taking for his text the wonderful,
comprehensive admonition found il
the twelfth verse of the twentieth
chapter of Exodus Honor thy Faith
er and thy Mother, that thy days ma,
be long in the land which Jehovah
thy God, giveth thee Rev. Hoff
man said:
There are some wonderful places il
this world. To the Jew, Jerusalem
will always be the most sacred city in
the world To the Mohammedan
there is no place like Mecca. In the
realm of nature, there are wonderful
rivers, forests, valleys, mountains.
Their beauty beggars human descrip-
ton. AS we view the beauties of ma
ture, they arouse in US thoughts that
are exhilirating and sublime. But the
most beautiful, the most endearing,
and the most wonderful of all places
is home. sfBe it ever 80 humble,
there's no place like home.v
Thoughts of home and mother have
inspired poets to write poetry most
sublime. Who that has heard them
can ever forget such wonderful re-
Trains as the following: "Carry me
back to Old Virginny,'' or, tFar
Away In the South Among the Cot
ton Fields, There Is Place Where /
Ever Long to Be, /" or, My Old Ken
lucky Home,' or, "Tell Mother I'm
Be There In Answer to Her Prayer;
Just Tell My Darling Mother I'll Be
There. " These songs rise like noun
tain peaks above all other secular
compositions. But the most sacred
of all poems on the home is the classic
by John Howard Payne: Home,
Sweet Home. ;,
Born on Long Island, he early left
his home and went to foreign coun-
try. In the far-away land, there came
night when the darkness was filled
with rain that froze as it fell. Payne
was a stranger in strange land. He
did not know the language of the PEG
pie there. He was overtaken with
inconsistencies. He thought of the |
happy past, and he looked with evil
forebodings into the future His
heart shivered within him. The weird
thought crept over him, "No man
careth for my soul.
Just then he saw door flung wide
open. A mother stood on the thresh
old with little child in her arms.
The baby stretched out its hands to-
it's home coming father. The happy
scene carried the on-looking strangerl
back to his happy home in Long Is
land. That night young Payne forgot
tho palaces, the forums, and the beau
tiful picture galleries that he had Wis
tied. He gave vent to his pent-up
feelings and sobbed out the music of
his soul: X
Mid pleasures and palaces, tho we
may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there s no place
like homel
A charm from the skies seems to hal
low US there, II
Which, seek thro the world, is ne Ter
met with elsewhere.
An exile from home, splendor dazzles
in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly thatch'd cot
tage again;
The birds singing gaily, that came at
my call. III
live me them with that peace of
mind, dearer than all.
AS we repeat these words, we do not
Wonder that when the stSwedish
went over this land
inging her beautiful melodies, a great
rose and would not be salts
led until Jenny Lind had sung the
eautiful refrain, ssBe it ever SO
umble, there's no place like home ~
or that old, sweet song has been Ii
ing by the soldiers sitting around the
amp fire, by the mother lowering
yer the cradle, by the traveller wan
ering In far-away lands.
The world has produced some great |
EN- and women. We admire the lof-
ness of their character, and we are
spired by the genius of their minds.
e have personal friends who are near
I'd dear to us. They help us to en-
y the world and the tasks that it
poses. What would become of a
an if he had no friends. He would
Their become criminal or go to the
ylum for the insane. II
But no mortal is so dear TO us as
our own darling mother. Henry Y