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Literary
March 29, 1832
Herald Of The Times
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
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A reflective prose essay on the profound emotional significance of 'home,' portraying it as the ultimate source of consolation, happiness, and moral fulfillment amidst life's trials, contrasting the blessings of domestic relations with the wretchedness of their absence.
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HOME.
How many sensibilities and tender emotions are excited--how many poignant reflections may be conveyed by a single word!--One idea may call up a thousand to delight or agonize; and the most expressive and energetic that language affords, either to soothe or to torment, is the syllable—HOME!
He who is blest in his domestic relations, amidst the distractions of business, and the insults or the ingratitude of a selfish world, consoles himself with the reflection that he will meet with a recompense for all his toils and disappointments-at home.
He who is engaged in distant occupations, in the pursuit of gain, or in the investigation of science, pleases himself with the idea that he will find some dear deserving connexions to participate his good fortune or to whom he may impart his knowledge-at home.
While the cup of innocent pleasure invites the taste; while the charms of society enliven the hour, the moments of reflection are most delightfully filled up in every feeling heart, by the still greater endearments which await it-at home.
When the storms of life or of the elements overtake us as we are journeying on; though the first may penetrate to the heart, and the last chill the vital frame, they cannot wholly overcome him who is able to reflect that he has some one to feel for him, or to take care of him-at home.
All the various pursuits in which every human being, who has any rational aim, is engaged, tend to a single point; and that is, to be happy and beloved-at home.
How wretched then, must he be, who, under the pressure of calamity, the tyranny of wrong, and the sufferings of conformity, has no kind consoler-at home.
How can he struggle with fortune and not despond, who knows that all his toil, and all his care, and all his solicitude, find no grateful recompense-at home.
Wretched is that man, though he may be the object of envy or applause; though the public may hail his name with deserved honor, and call him blest, who feels the vacuity of reciprocal tenderness in his home.
Wretched is that man who cannot enjoy the friends he loves, nor the society in which he delights, nor even his own natural and rational pleasures-at home.
Wretched is that man who, expending health and renouncing pleasure for the sake of his domestic ties, meets only with the gall of bitterness, and domestic broil at home.
Wretched is that man whose heart throbs with benevolence for all, whose bosom pants to give and receive felicity in the circle of his duties, who has no congenial mind, no tender friend, no affectionate partner-at home.
In fine, as the prime blessings of life, or the most aggravated ills, arise from domestic intercourse and relations, of how great importance is it to enter into such associations, and to form such connexions, as are capable of endearing private enjoyment, of calling forth all the finer sensations of the soul, and of blunting the edge of the most oppressive woes-at home.
Happiness depends neither on fortune nor on fame, it is neither attached to the palace, nor despises the cottage; neither delights in finery, nor spurns at patches, but is alone to be found or missed, or to be enjoyed or lamented, in the retirements, whether splendid or mean, of domestic life and Home.
How many sensibilities and tender emotions are excited--how many poignant reflections may be conveyed by a single word!--One idea may call up a thousand to delight or agonize; and the most expressive and energetic that language affords, either to soothe or to torment, is the syllable—HOME!
He who is blest in his domestic relations, amidst the distractions of business, and the insults or the ingratitude of a selfish world, consoles himself with the reflection that he will meet with a recompense for all his toils and disappointments-at home.
He who is engaged in distant occupations, in the pursuit of gain, or in the investigation of science, pleases himself with the idea that he will find some dear deserving connexions to participate his good fortune or to whom he may impart his knowledge-at home.
While the cup of innocent pleasure invites the taste; while the charms of society enliven the hour, the moments of reflection are most delightfully filled up in every feeling heart, by the still greater endearments which await it-at home.
When the storms of life or of the elements overtake us as we are journeying on; though the first may penetrate to the heart, and the last chill the vital frame, they cannot wholly overcome him who is able to reflect that he has some one to feel for him, or to take care of him-at home.
All the various pursuits in which every human being, who has any rational aim, is engaged, tend to a single point; and that is, to be happy and beloved-at home.
How wretched then, must he be, who, under the pressure of calamity, the tyranny of wrong, and the sufferings of conformity, has no kind consoler-at home.
How can he struggle with fortune and not despond, who knows that all his toil, and all his care, and all his solicitude, find no grateful recompense-at home.
Wretched is that man, though he may be the object of envy or applause; though the public may hail his name with deserved honor, and call him blest, who feels the vacuity of reciprocal tenderness in his home.
Wretched is that man who cannot enjoy the friends he loves, nor the society in which he delights, nor even his own natural and rational pleasures-at home.
Wretched is that man who, expending health and renouncing pleasure for the sake of his domestic ties, meets only with the gall of bitterness, and domestic broil at home.
Wretched is that man whose heart throbs with benevolence for all, whose bosom pants to give and receive felicity in the circle of his duties, who has no congenial mind, no tender friend, no affectionate partner-at home.
In fine, as the prime blessings of life, or the most aggravated ills, arise from domestic intercourse and relations, of how great importance is it to enter into such associations, and to form such connexions, as are capable of endearing private enjoyment, of calling forth all the finer sensations of the soul, and of blunting the edge of the most oppressive woes-at home.
Happiness depends neither on fortune nor on fame, it is neither attached to the palace, nor despises the cottage; neither delights in finery, nor spurns at patches, but is alone to be found or missed, or to be enjoyed or lamented, in the retirements, whether splendid or mean, of domestic life and Home.
What sub-type of article is it?
Essay
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Friendship
What keywords are associated?
Home
Domestic Relations
Happiness
Moral Reflection
Family Bonds
Consolation
Literary Details
Title
Home.
Key Lines
How Many Sensibilities And Tender Emotions Are Excited How Many Poignant Reflections May Be Conveyed By A Single Word! One Idea May Call Up A Thousand To Delight Or Agonize; And The Most Expressive And Energetic That Language Affords, Either To Soothe Or To Torment, Is The Syllable—Home!
Happiness Depends Neither On Fortune Nor On Fame, It Is Neither Attached To The Palace, Nor Despises The Cottage; Neither Delights In Finery, Nor Spurns At Patches, But Is Alone To Be Found Or Missed, Or To Be Enjoyed Or Lamented, In The Retirements, Whether Splendid Or Mean, Of Domestic Life And Home.