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XII. -- THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER SO HO

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    are no o presently. Croainment, and t bear mournful testimony to t. to ts for an image of t find at arved grate, and a scanty firing, t is not enougo keep alive tural  in ter alance of beer by. Instead of t by famiss tendance beyond ts of trifle tle to politics. At ics stirring, but tic. All interests, real or imaginary, all topics t s o a sympatence, are crusion of food to be obtained for tinent. At  least a sy; and s upon y,  of tantial joint providing for takes an interest in t; and rivet from t to forget at s  o tion, image to tented family like t  look at tenance of te to t to enter,  induce o pass t face, ground by , in o stay at  more a ? alas! it is t once smiled upon  can smile no longer.  comforts can it s burt ligis a fine to talk of toget  prattle of akes out ting of a mans poverty. But t prattle. It is none of t frigures in t condition, t ts do us once, do not bring up ttle careless darling of transformed betimes into a premature reflecting person. No one ime to dandle it, no one t o coax it, to soot, to toss it up and doo . to kiss as tears. If it cries, it can only be beaten. It tily said t quot;a babe is fed ; But t of turn to its little baby-tricks, and efforts to engage attention, bitter ceaseless objurgation. It never oy, or kne. It gre t ranger to tient fondle, ttracting novelty, tlier playtrivance to divert ttled nonsense (best sense to it), tinences, t story interposed, t puts a stop to present sufferings, and a o -- no one ever told to it a tale of t o live or to die as it   broke at once into ties of life. A cs not for t of dalliance; it is only anoto be fed, a pair of little o be betimes inured to labour. It is till it can be tor, for food . It is never  never makes imes. times. It makes t to bleed to overreet-talk betle girl, a ter sort of poor, in a condition ratemplating. It is not of toys, of nursery books, of summer [p 265] ting t age); of t, or play; of praised sufficiency at sc is of mangling and clear-starcatoes. tions of t spourings of curiosity in idleness, are marked  and melanc o  o market; it c  envies, it murmurs; it is knoe, s never prattles.  reason to say, t the very poor is no home?

    t anotrained to deny to be one. It s; its fireside conveniences, of   is no  is -- t is infested ors. May o ted friends t at times exc is not of guests t  of endless, purposeless visitants; droppers in, as times  is tion of our lodging; its ed, being just situate in a medium -- a plaguy suburban mid-space -- fitted to catcory. e are older t out of its  brook to see tinences. At our time of life, to be alone sometimes is as needful as sleep. It is ties of age manifest trongly, terate dislike of interruption. to be permitted to do. e  to   out of our  a game of nine-pins.  reversions in time future; o a present pittance, and obliged to economise in t article. e bleed as no bear to en and fretted into by moto barter our good time inction bet and tant. tter takes your good time, and gives you  is domestic to you as your good cat, or ant is your fly, t flaps in at our  again, leaving not a sense of disturbance and victuals spoiled. tions of life begin to move  concoct our food erruptions. Our co be nutritive, must be solitary. ity [p 266]  before a guest; and never understood ing meant. Meats ion fair play, in a croed coming in of a visitant stops tual generation o t of your dining- to eat -- but to see you eat. Our knife and fork drop instinctively, and   morsel. Ot you  sat doo a book. ting sneer, ; t interrupt your studies.quot; tter off t moment, to carry tinences to t student t tone of t tes lovers, read no more t day. It  of intrusion ensive s presence; but it mars all terc closes not ily. quot;It is a prostitution of t; says aylor, quot;to spend it upon impertinent people, o t can never ease my loads.quot; t of ts, and morning calls. too have homes, which are -- no homes.