[Illustration: CHILDHOOD.
"Childhood is the bough where slumbered
Birds and blossoms many-numbered;
Age, that bough with snows encumbered."]
The man who wandered "mid pleasures and palaces," had no Home, and when
he died he died on the bleak shores of Northern Africa, and was buried
where he died, at the city of Tunis, where he held the office of United
States Consul. "To Adam," says Bishop Hare, "Paradise was Home. To the
good among his descendants,
HOME IS PARADISE."
"Are you not surprised," writes Dr. James Hamilton, "to find how
independent of money peace of conscience is, and how much happiness can
be condensed in the humblest home? A cottage will not hold the bulky
furniture and sumptuous accommodations of a mansion; but if love be
there, a cottage will hold as much happiness as might stock a palace."
"To be happy at home," writes Dr. Johnson in the _Rambler_, "is the
ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and
labor tends, and of which every desire prompts the prosecution." In the
mind of the good there gather about the old Home
HALO UPON HALO OF FOND THOUGHT,
of nearly idolatrous memory.
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