Away From Home

Frora Harper'8 Weekly. Tve seen the Thames. the Seluo. the Ruine, I've see the blue Moselle. And more " show pluces " and "fine views" than ever I can teil ; I've been to I,ondon. Pnris, Ghent, to Herlin Florence, Rome ; I'd glve one thousand dollars down to beonce more at home. "Sublimely grand." and " plctiiresnue," but, sureas I am born, I'd rather see the level lands wavlng wlth Indian corn, The prairies green and wldt: where feod innumerable herds, The vast,, unplanted, shady woods, swtiet with the song of birdR I'd rnlher sie the little towns uil built of painied plne. Each oottHge in tls garden plo', each porch beneath its vine And ray own church with wooden spire far dearer is lo rae Tlian the grandes! stoue cathedral th at ever I shall see. Among these splendid foreign streets there's ik t a soi i ) 1 k uow ; At home 'twas "Captain, how doyoudo?" at every step or so. no one cares for what I think ; at home 'bout crops and state My Idees were acoeptable both to the small aud greal. I scarcely ever get a meal that wlth my tasW agrees ; It's bouillon." "cotelettes." "ragouts," or some queer " Irlcaswees ; " I want abeelsleak thick aud rar",some homemade bread and clieese. Some hucuwheat cakes and maple julce-or nything 1 please. And as for claretor cliampagne. sautern or lnKk. I thlnk A glass of old sharp eider is Just as good to drink. My dalry cows and orchard plot I wou d not (iive, I kuow, For all ihegrapesof Burgundy or vineyards of Bordeaux. I'ra Klad I'veseeu thegray Old World, so rlch, st great so unuiil ; But I'd not owu In all its space a home, or rood oi land My hearl turnsto America, the voune, the iresh the tree i There is no land iu all the World like my own land to me. So, wanderingfeet, turn with my heart, back, hack lnto the west: There is tne little town and homo where heart and teet sliall res ; There floats the slarry flag aliove tha happy and the free. And to morr w I'll go back again, my natlve latid, to thee.