Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1835-06-18
From the Philade lphia Gazette.

SATURDAY Manufacturing the happiest
moments Of life are those that close the
week. 1t is wise decree Of Providence that
makes toll the necessary precedent ofrest-I
aud privatlon the parent of pleasure. There
are few who do not experience through the
week toll and privation, and few who have
not felt the grateful sense Of confidence and
comfort that creeps over the soul at It's close.
The burthen is thrown, not merely from the
frame, but from the heart. The spirit frees
itself from its encumbering cares, as the wea-
red horse shakes off its harness, and expl-
ates, with grateful lassitude, in the luxury Of
CONSCIOUS security and comfort Saturday
! night winds up "the ravelPd sleeve OF care. y
The strife and hustle Of the world are sus-
pended. The poor man draws his breath iree-
Ily for while, nor fears the harsh voice or
stony frown Of his creditor. The merchant
throws himself upon the sofa without think
! ing of the notes "due and coming due" The
tradesman terminates his labors with light
spirit, for the sense Of present ease is accom-
panied with the thoughts of happy morrow;
and the laborer sings as he turns his bronzi-
ed face homeward-
| "The oi-worn c,tter frae his labor goes,
| This night his weekly moil is at All end,
! Collects Eis spades. his mattocks, and his hoes,
loping the morn ia ease aud rest 10 siend,
! And, weary, DER the moor his does homeward
bend."
! Saturday night has its own peculiar enjoy
ments-enloyment which are most felt by
those TO whom toll and discomfort make Joy
stranger. Look in at the tireside of the
poor man on Saturday night, and you will see
his brow relaxed, and his eye lit up with an
unwonted smile. He gambols with his chill
dren, and lays down his head upon his pillow
without shuddering at the prospect OF the
morrows toll. To the poor, Satul day night is
an era Of delight, rather than Of wretchedness
and toll.
Life too has Its Saturday night. How sweet
Is the reflection that when the tolls OF exis-
tence, like those Of the week, are termna-
ted-when the sufferings which are woven
with the tissue of life are at an end, and hope
and fear seem to tantaliZe and torture the
soul-that we will enjoy the rest and slum-
ber of the peaceful Saturday night" The
grave ID that resting place, and death the
slumber, "where the wicked cease from
troubling, and the weary are at rest" Nor is
that Saturday night without its sabbath. To
those who have performed 'rhe duties Of the
week." the sun Of that sabbath will shine
without setting. Who, that has felt the chill
which congeals the hopes and affections OF
life, the dull, benumbng aud wtheriDg in-
/, fuence Of the world, can refrain from watch
ing with longing eyes, the receding day, and
looking with weary anxiety for the Saturday
night Of life? Sweet, as slumbcr to the sob
bing babe, is rest to the heavy laden, and soft
as the down of the cygnet, the pillow upon
which his aching head is laid, and where
"Aner lifes ftiui fever, he sleeps we'll"
To such, and every walk of life Is crowded
with such
II "Death is the privilege Of human nature,
II Aud Lie without is not worth taking;
Thlther the poor, the prisoner, aud the mourner,
II Fly fvs relief aud lay their bu thens down."