Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1835-06-04
MISC EL Il Il " z.
From the Philadelphia Gazette.
SATURDAY NIGHT.

Perhaps the happiest moments of lift
are those that close the week II is wise
decree Of Providence that makes toll the
necessary precedent Of rest. and privation
the parent Of pleasure. There are few
who do not experience through the weel;
toll and privation, and few who have not
felt the grateful sense Of confidence and
comfort that creep over the soul at its
close. The burden is thrown, not merely
from the frame, but from the heart, The
spirit frees itself from its encumbering
cares, as the horse shakes off its harness,
and expiates, with grateful lassitude, in
the luxury of conscious security and COM
fort. Saturday night winds up !" the raw.
elled sleeve of care" The strife and bus
tie OF the world are suspended The poor
man draws his breath freely for while,
nor fears the harsh voice or stony frown
ofbis creditor. The merchant throws him.
self upon the sofa without thinking OF notes
" due and coming DUE The tradesman
terminates bis labors with light spirit,
for the sense of present ease is accompa-
MED with the thoughts of happy morrow,
and the laborer sings as he turns his bron-
zed face homewards.
s'The toll worn cotter from his labor goes,
This night his weekly toll is at an end,
Collects his spades, his mattocks and his hoes,
Hoping the morn in case and rest TO spend,
And. weary, DER the moor his course does home
ward bend"
Saturday night has its own peculiar en-
joyments which are most felt by those TO
whom toll and discomfort make joy stran.
ger. Look in at the freside Of the poor
man on Saturday night, and you will see
bis brow relaxed, and his eye lit up with
an unwonted smile. He gambols with his
children, and lays down his head upon
his pillow, without shuddering at the pros
pect of the morrow's toll. To the poor,
Saturday night is an era of delight. mo-
ment Of sunshine in world OF gloom,
period of freedom in term of servitude.
a season Of rest and comfort in life of
wretchedness and toll.
Life too has its Saturday night. How
sweet is the reflection that when the tolls
of existence, like those of the week, are
terminated, when the sutferings which are
woven with the tissue Of life are at an end
and hope and fear cease 10 tantaliZe and
torture the soul--that we will enjoy the
rest and siumber Of the peaceful " Satur-
day night"
The grave is 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 perform
ed I" the 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 and whitening influence Of the
world, can refrain from watching with
longing eyes, the receding day, and look
ing with weary anxiety for the Saturday
night of life? Sweet as slumber to tho
sobbing babe, is rest to the heavy laden,
and soft as down of the cygnet, the pillow
upon which bis aching head is LAID, and,
where CATER life's filful fever, he sleeps
WE'LL" To such, and every walk Of life is
crowded with such,
"Death is the privilege ofhuman nature,
And life without it is not worth our taking;
Thther the poor, the prisoner, and the mourner,
Fly for relief and lay their burthcns down."