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*' No noisy stranger entering here. 



No intermeddling neighbor near, , 



To spoil their heartfelt joy," 



Wli^re prattling' children, with rosy cheeks and auburn locks, 

 can climb on father and mother, " the envied kiss to share ;" when, 

 unobserved by a gainsaying world, he can gather his loved ones 

 around the family altar, at the hour of prayer, and commend them 

 to the care of his Father in Heaven — and where, at last, when 

 " life's fitful scene shall be o'er," he may have a chamber, in which 

 the good man may meet his fate — 



" Quit the world's vain scenes without a fear, 

 Without a tremble or a tear, 

 And mingle with the dead." 



Fourth. — This home needs to be embellished and made beautiful. 

 There is no human being destitute of the sense of the beautiful. 

 Deprive a person of this sense, and he would not be a man, any 

 more than he would be if deprived of the religious element. To 

 gratify this faculty of the mind, God has scattered all over the face 

 of the earth, every conceivable form of beauty. The grand and 

 glorious forests, of the valleys of the Aroostook and St. John, were 

 not made merely for timber to send to a British market, or to con- 

 struct your buildings, or to make articles of merchandize, or to 

 furnish fuel for your dwellings, beneficial as all of these uses are ; 

 but they were made that the eye of every man that rests upon 

 them, whether civilized or savage, may have their gorgeous 

 scenery upon which to feast and revel in never ending delight. 

 Katahdin was not made merely to be the home, the throne of the 

 storm king, where to forge his thunderbolts, and from whence to 

 dash them on the world below, and pour his torrents to swell your 

 rivers, to fertilize your intervales and cause them to produce 

 immense crops of hay, oats and potatoes. ! no ! no 1 Useful as 

 is Katahdin in this way, it has another mission to perform — it is to 

 inspire noble thoughts, to kindle noble resolves, to be a never 

 ending feast of the sublime and the glorious to the eye of every 

 beholder. 



Nor are the flowers of your orchards, your gardens, and your 

 fields, intended to be merely the means, by which fruit and food 

 are ra,ised. No, no. Heaven never gave them their various hues, 

 and tints, and shades, for this purpose alone. These flowers might 

 have all been of the color of an old weather beaten house, and been 

 just as useful for the purposes of reproduction as they are now. 



