"Home--A world of strife shut out, a world of love shut in. "Home--The place where the small are great and the great are small. "Home--The father's kingdom, the mother's world, and the child's paradise. "Home--The place where we grumble the most and are treated the best. "Home--The center of our affection, round which our heart's best wishes twine. "Home--The place where our stomachs get three square meals daily and our hearts a thousand. "Home--The only place on earth where the faults and failings of humanity are hidden under the sweet mantle of charity." Dr. Talmage defines home, as "a church within a church, a republic within a republic, a world within a world." Dr. Banks writes, "It is not granite walls, or gaudy furniture, or splendid books, or soft carpets, or delicious viands that can make a home. All of these may be present, and yet it be only a dungeon, if the great simplicities are not there." Sings one: "Home's not merely roof and room, Needs it something to endear it. Home is where the heart can bloom, Where there's some kind heart to cheer it. Home's not merely four square walls, Though with pictures hung and gilded, Home is where affection calls, Filled with charms the heart hath builded. Home! Go watch the faithful dove Sailing 'neath the heavens above us, Home is where there's one to love, Home is where there's one to love us." We believe the five sweetest words in the English language to the largest number of persons--words which carry with them intrinsic meaning and blessing are these: "Jesus," "Mother," "Music," "Heaven," "Home." "Twenty thousand people gathered in the old Castle Garden, New York, to hear Jennie Lind sing. After singing some of the old masters, she began to pour forth 'Home, Sweet Home.' The audience could not stand it. An uproar of applause stopped the music. Tears gushed from thousands like rain. The word 'home' touched the fiber of every soul in that immense throng." In an early spring day, when the warm sun began to invite one to bask in his rays, my wife, delicate in health, lay drowsing on some boards near the house. The large garden spot spread out to the rear of her; a beautiful grassy lawn carpeted round a deserted house, granary, and shop-building in front of her. She was living over her girlhood days. She thought she was in the old home orchard, where she used to doze, dream, and play. The songs of the birds seemed the same; the same gentle breezes played with her hair; the same passers-by jogged along the roadside; the same family horse nibbled the tender grass in the barnyard. How sad, and yet how sweet are the memories of early days! The tender associations of home never leave one, however roughly the coarse hand of time would tear them away. It is because home means love that its associations and lessons remain. ESSENTIALS TO A HAPPY HOME.