OUR NATIVE HOME.
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There is no trait, perhaps, more common,
or more amiable in the human character,
than the attachment which each individual
feels for his native country. When separat-
ed from kindred and from friends, he sighs in
a far distant land from the place ofhis birth,
with what resis less, tender and soul sublu
ing influence does the remembrance of past
scenes and pleasures rush upon his mind!
His native hills and valies, the bubb!ing
brook, the groves, the meadows, and the
fields, which witnessed the innocence and
sportings of his youthful years, arise before
his inauguration, arrayed in all their beau"
ty. The lonely invalid looks back with
tender affection to the sacred spot where
repose the slumbering ashes OF his departed
kindred N the chaste and pious nedita-
ton, he feels peasurable melancholy steal
| over his soul which he would not exchange
for all the sparkling joys of transient and
unsubstantial amusements. But awakcing
| from his pleasing reveries, he finds that he
is in distant country. In vain he looks a.
round for the friends and companions of his
youth-but all is sad, lonely and disconso-
| late. Tell him not that the gales which
fan him, are perfumed with odours, that
the gentle zephyr brings health and balm
on its wings, that roses and jessamlnes till
the soft AIR with fragrance; and that the
verdant mantle of nature is spangel with
flowers of the richest dyes. For neither
the spicy gales, the balmy breath of the
gentle zephry, nor the roses, nor jessamines
nor natures fairest livery, equal the all
the beauty and enchantment Of his native
land; to him the whispers of domestic
love, tenderness, and affection, are more
grateful and soothing, than the gentle fan
nings of the south wind, CT the spicy breeze
To him, more pleasing would be the sigh
of his patcrnal mansion, though hung with
icicles, and surrounded with the desolatt
emblems of winter, than the beauty ant
verdure which surround him in distant ma
ton.


Fen the loud torrent and the whirlwnd's roar


But bind him to his native mountains more.


His newly acquired friends may be kint
and attentive, but they cannot supply thu
place of those he has left behind him; ant
conscious of the melancholy reality he feel
that he is a stranger in foreign land
thought that fills his soul with desolation
more especially when he considers that in
few revolving weeks or days, the sun vii
shine upon his new made grave in a land c
strangers.