Staying Home.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 27 May 1915, Page 3

Staying Home.

♦ (Pome by Uncle ualt). « When weather is confounded hot, 1 do not seek the sea; I find the old accustomed spot is good enough for me. When raves the ldud ininwinter wind 1. seek no warmer climes; 1 stay at home and do my grind, and- earn some wooden dimes. In other days 1 used to flee when unpleasant things came; and tilings unpleasant tortured me and bored mo just the same. 1 left my home to dodge' the heat that sizzled from the sun, and where X went the water beat upon me by the ton. I went away when winter shot its enowflakes in my eyes, and where I went I had to swat mosquitoes, bugs, and flies. To forest, mountain, streams and lakes at times I used to roam, and always found them tiresome fakes compared with my old home. There is no paradise on earth —smoke that in your cigar; there is no place where joy and mirth and peace unbroken are. If things at home should make you curse and fill your breast with woe; you'll doubless find that things are worse where your propose to go. If you refuse to mope and brood, your griefs will have an end; not latitude or longitude cut any ice, my friend.—Christchurch Star. i