LOVE OF HOME. HERE is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by heaven o'er all the world beside; Where brighter suns dis pense serener light, And milder moons em paradise the night; A land of beauty, virtue, valor, Time-tutor'd age, and love-exalted youth. The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most en- Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, In every clime the magnet of his soul, Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? SWEET HOME. ID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us here, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain! JOHN HOWARD PAYNE. HEAVEN ON EARTH. ND has the earth lost its so spacious round, All that my God can give me or remove, To live their living, and to breathe their breath! Almost I wish that, with one common sigh, We might resign all mundane care and strife; Home, home, sweet home! There's no place like home! THOMAS HOOD. IF THOU WERT BY MY SIDE, MY LOVE F thou wert by my side, my love, I miss thee, when, by Gunga's stream, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. But when at morn and eve the star I feel, though thou art distant far, Then on, then on, where duty leads! O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, For sweet the bliss us both awaits Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, But ne'er were hearts so light and gay REGINALD HEBEN THE STREAM OF LIFE. STREAM descending to the sea, Thy mossy banks betwee:1, In garden plots the children play, O life descending into death, Strong purposes our minds possess, We toil and earn, we seek and learn, O end to which our currents tend, To which we flow, what do we know, A roar we hear upon thy shore, Scarce we divine a sun shall shine WIFE, CHILDREN, AND FRIENDS. W HEN the black-lettered list to the gods was (The list of what Fate for each mortal Though spice-breathing gales on his caravan hover, The dayspring of youtn, still unclouded by sorrow, But drear is the twilight of age, if it borrow No warmth from the smile of-wife, children and friends. Let the breath of renown ever freshen and nourish Let us drink, pledge me high, love and virtue shall flavor HOME VOICES. AM so home-sick in this summer weather! Where is my home upon this weary earth? The maple trees are bursting into freshness Around the pleasant place that gave me birth. But dearer far, a grave for me is waiting, Far up among the pine trees' greener shade; The willow boughs the hand of love has planted, Wave o'er the hillock where my dead are laid. Why go without me-oh, ye loved and loving? What has earth left of happiness or peace? in-Let me come to you, where the heart grows calmer; Let me lie down where life's wild strugglings cease. Earth has no home for hearts so worn and weary; Life has no second spring for such a year; Oh! for the day that bids me come to meet you! And, life in gladness, in that summer hear! At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented, And shipped in three blessings-wife, children and friends. In vain surly Pluto maintained he was cheated, For justice divine could not compass its ends; If the stock of our bliss is in stranger hands vested, and Though valor still glows in his life's dying embers, The soldier, whose deeds live immortal in story, For one happy day with-wife, children, and friends. R HOME OF THE WORKINGMAN. ESOLVE-and tell your wife of your good reso lution. She will aid it all she can. Her step will be lighter and her hand will be busier all day, expecting the comfortable evening at home when you return. Household affairs will have been well attended to. A place for everything, and everything in its place, will, like some good genius, have made even an humble home the scene of neatness. arrangement and taste. The table will be ready a the fireside. The loaf will be one of that order which says, by its appearance, You may cut and come again. The cups and saucers will be waiting for supplies The kettle will be singing; and the children, happy with fresh air and exercise, will be smiling in their glad anticipation of that evening meal when father is at home, and of the pleasant reading afterwards. |