Year: 1865

Home! Is there any other word in the yo-
cabulary Of nations that is SO expressive, so


suggestive, so gentle and SO important in its
wide signifcation as that which heads our ar
ticle2 Home! What tallisman it is-what
d spell, what an invocation! Is there any
heart, old or young, that does not beat respons-
i've to the sound Of that one word? Is there
any brain SO dull into which it does not fash


with gush of suggestive congruous fascina-
tions2 We have all had home. Perhaps
we have not all got one; but we have certain
4 " oil had one. Change of time and circumr
IlajRneesstnay have 80 buffeted US, abont the
4 eredt world, that We feel too cosmopolitan
Il and Id an easy adaptation to all places, and to
4 all sorts of men, we lose that home feeling
which makes some spot an individuality, as it
were, which nothing else shall be like Per-
haps there are many who, with philosophic
reach above common feeling, hold aloof from
the domesticity Of society, and with selfin


Aicted Pariahism if we may be allowed the
expression, will not be of home homely; but
these are the eccentrictles of human nature


We speak of, and we speak to the masses, and
to them we say, you have all homes, or you
all had homes


All men, then, have lost home, are trying
to make home, or are striving to keep the
one that they have. Everybody has his or her
ideal of somewhere or some place Of rest or
complete satisfaction. where the roar and the
din of tAs.ggea world may not epter Or if
heard at an, would be esteemed for its CON
trast to the serenity within-a home, in fact,


for without serenity there is no home We
used to think, in our very young days, that
the highest title that man could give to man
was, his most serene highness; and we now
think that a man who is happy in his home,
at his own freside, with the partner Of his


heart smiling gently upon him, and his little
children looking like shining content Gas some
author has it,) Is to all ntents and purposes
a serene highness Ifsuch one be not, why
then, as Othello says, chaos has come again


Let us look at the busy merchant upon the
mart of nations--fire in his eve, keen ealcu-
lati6h in every mus lie of his face, his brow
tinted with something Of the color .f the vel
low ore he struggles and pants for He has
faint sighs he thinks of his childhood's home,
of his fathers firesitlc; and when there rise up
before him the dim spectral banSof past coin
panions, Of past nffectous--hs mothers ten
der glance, Ills fathers counsel the playful
. Tenderness Of a sisters love; and in compari-
son with thai lost home, not lost through fault
or folly of his, but swallowed up in the vortex
of time, he will for the moment think lightly
of his bills, and bonds, and balances, his usu-
ries and his cash accounts; and his dream
Twill be Yet to make u home whore there shall
/ be smiles and peace ''set@l. "


For what is 1t that yonder paIe atuacnkeon-
sumes the midnight oil2 Is Il for fame? The
ewpty applause Of those whom in his heart.
Of hearts he holds but cheaply2 All! no-.-he
is striving fora home He pictures to him
self the vine clad porch of some simple cot
tage, and himself upon the threshold, with the
hand of her he loves in his, and all the world
beyond them balished from their contcmpa-
ton These men, then, are striving to make
home. They may never reach the goal of
their ambition. They may, when the harbor
Of refuge is within their sight, sink fainting
by the way; or they may,fud that habit is as
strong as this first aspiration after home,
and they go on then striving until the grave
closes the account and gives them a quiet
home, indeed. But still they have happiness
in the pursuit, If to them it were but an ignus
fatuus which they never rnuch cared to reach
Some are battling to regain lost home
j neN nave Ntu IIe DleSSlnn,4 ana treated IL
like Il baube, until it slipped from them only
then showing itself to them, as the shadows
of adverse circumstances roll between them
and it, what q jewel they have lost, and home |
is something akin to love, in the respect that
once lost, it is not easily recovered again
But such persons will commence their pursuit
and through the crowds Of humanity, as though |
fcasibly looking for some remembered but lost
face, they will search for another home like
unto the one that has left them Home is the
reyivifying spell that braces many heart to
ITS duty. The mariner, on the wide ocean, as
he .cngs to the frail spar that is alone between
him and eternity, thinks of his home, and his
grasp tightcns, for he feels that the spirit of
that holy word has given him strength. The
soldier upon the scorching plains Of Indie.
dreams of d home at last in his native land
and as the watchfre pales at his feet he
smiles as the vision Of his native village rises
before his minds eye The vagrant that begs
from door to door has his home, if it be but
some deserted hovel into which to crawl at
night when the blasting wind is high and
mighty The home spell is around and about
us all Give the raggedest urchin you can
find in this great city an aims OF unwonted
amount, and ten to one but he shuffles home
with it The profanefand vulgar are accus.
toned, when they wish that any rude buster
ef upon pubic occasion, should be quiet, to