Year: 1863

: Amid all that excites our interests, en-.


lists our sympathiss, and even strengthen


the ties which bind heart to heart in th


sphere below, we must first see for ourselves


before passing Judgment. and learn from tn,
oft times inexorable and bitter school of ex.


perience, what it is to hope and fear, to love


and hate: what it is to build an airy castle


that we discover must sooner or later crum-
Bile and pass forever from our gaze. In


youth the fancy is led captive by the perusal


OF some highly wrought narrative, whose


pages abound in vivid portrayals of fairer


lands and brighter scenes than sny we had
fsupposed were in existence; and as we NJ use


upon the picture thus happily drawn, an ir-


repressible desire springs up within US to


visit each romantic and beautiful spot. But


few days or weeks suffice to carry you to
the rein otest corners of the earth; and for
tho first time you are enabled to under


stand the meaning of those three significant


words: "sway from home''! And yet though


we may be lost in wonder for the time be-
ing while drinking in the beauty of each


gorgeous scene, feeling as if we could tarry


long. whether it be in som gay metropolis,


or by the rugged windings of forest glade;


when we have in a m easure seen the world;


when we ccme to recall what once appeared


an enchanted Iocality-a memory we felt
too would always live-how insipid will it


all aften appear when weighed in the same


balance that contains the thoughts and the
feelings which continue to slumber sweetly


in our child hoods home! Perhaps few
exist, or have existed, who have sought in


vain to cherish holy and hallowed regard
for the domestic circle; who could take no


delight in social joys; who were constantly
roaming from spot to spot in search Of hap
pipess; and while attracted by great pan
orama upon which only the m ost enticing
objects were sketched, sat quietly down TO
WOO coutentment in the fanced belief that
home was only place intend ed for childish
minds. and those who could not brave the
reflection that friends were far away!


Paris, the gay metropolis of France, how
many have been attracted thither, the
beighth of whose ambition was to mingle
with fashionable crowd upon the Boule-
wards; whose every pulsation revolved
around a gay and festive board, where every
heart beat high with music and the dance;
whose emotions could only partake of plea
sure when the soul was steep'd in a dreamy
forgetfuiness, as il eternity were only fable,
and such being did not breathe as lonely
and helpless wanderer upon Times receding
shore! Switzerland! where the eye can rest
at one time and almost at the same spot upon
snow capp'd peaks, with their valleys below
clothed in a luxuriant carpet of green, and
where Glove of cottage" is quite COM
mon thing, who that has read Of her attrac
tions has not inwardly yearned to be locker
on? But reader, once a,oay from home, and
Time tries your most fixed impressions. Ye
who have seen some of those grand pictures
where nature was truly blessed by natures
God! Ye who have stood on many a lofty
peak, and gazeG both far and wide into the
deep abyss below! Ye who have listened to
strains Of sweetness that seemed fitting
type of fairy land and as you stood with a
half bewildered consciousness of each sur
object, and believed the picture
spread out before you to be cluster of
roses without thorn; that yours was a !
happy hour without a sigh-a joyous
reverie without single cIoud-tell me, did !,
you cease to think of the "loved ones at !:
home, or did it ever teach you to slight
single memory Of your early days?