Life and Literature Part 64

883

Home is the grandest of all inst.i.tutions.

--_Spurgeon._

884

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble, and full of care; To stay at home is best.

--_Longfellow._

885

There's little pleasure in the house when our gudeman's awa'.

--_W. J. Mickle._

886

How many fine, well furnished and pretentious houses we now see around us, occupied and owned by successful people, in which there is hardly a market-basket full of books! Evidently showing that the material is of more importance than the intellectual.

--_Observer._

887

We neglect the things which are placed before our eyes, and regardless of what is within our reach, we pursue whatever is remote. This is frequently and properly applied to the rage for visiting foreign countries, in those who are absolutely unacquainted with their own.

Abroad to see wonders the traveler goes, And neglects the fine things which lie under his nose.

888

A man without a home is like a bird without a nest.

889

Many a home is nothing but a furnished house.

890

ONE'S OWN HOME.

Travel is instructive and pleasant, but after all there is nothing so enjoyable as the independence and the luxury of one's own home. Travel is pleasant, but home is delightful!

891

Without hearts, there is no home.

--_Byron._

892

A man unconnected is at home everywhere; unless he may be said to be at home nowhere.

--_Dr. Sam'l Johnson._

893

HOME--DEVOID OF LOVE.

He enter'd in his house--his home no more, For without hearts there is no home--and felt The solitude of pa.s.sing his own door Without a welcome.

--_Byron._

894

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

--_Payne._

895

THAT LAND THY COUNTRY.

There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night;-- There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his softened looks benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend;-- "Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found?"

Art thou a man?--a patriot?--look around!

O, thou shalt find, where'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home!

--_Sir Walter Scott._

896

It is a great happiness, if after being absent from home for a time you find no troubles awaiting your return.