“’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Still, be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.
A charm from the skies seems to hallow it there,
Which, go through the world, you’ll not meet with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet home!
“That is a new song, Lemuel, that everybody here is singing. It is written by a young American named John Howard Payne who is in London now acting in a great playhouse. Everybody is wild over this song. I’ll sing it for you when I come home.
“I shall be at home in time for singing school next week, Lemuel. I wonder if you’ll come to see me at once and welcome me. You cannot think how glad I shall be to get home again. It seems as though I had been gone a year at least. Hoping to see you soon, I remain
“Always your sincere friend,
“Hannah Heath.”