RUSTIC ADORNMENTS 
FOR HOMES OF TASTE. 
THE HOME OF TASTE. 
Home ! in that word how many hopes are hidden, 
How many hours of joy serene and fair, 
How many golden visions rise unbidden, 
And blend their hues into a rainbow there ! 
Round home what images of beauty cluster, 
Links which unite the living with the dead ; 
Glimpses of scenes of most surpassing lustre, 
Echoes of melody whose voice is fled. 
J. W. Fletcher. 
A MONG the emblems of our nationality, not one is more strongly 
cherished by us than our Home. We pride ourselves on the strength 
and healthiness of our domestic life, and we challenge the world to produce 
an example of a people more fondly attached to their native soil, or in whom 
the fireside affections have a broader development, or a higher aim. We 
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