Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1852-1852, 1852-12-21
Saturday Night.

This is a Period which every one welcomes, for
it gives finish to the concerns and business Of
the week, ard rest to both body and mind !;
and to the heart that looks with pleasure to every
return of the sweet Sabbath, it is particularly well
come. We love the Saturday light partly, be-
cause it approaches SO near the day of rest 1t
is a time in which methodica persons will make
all proper arrangements for the ensuing day, as
well as to balance up aud settle all the trausac-
tons Of the past week.
1t is the close Of particular perod.-The
noralist may devote upon it some CT the same
reflections lie would bestow upon the closing year.
Our lives are made up of years, and om years Of
weeks. On Saturday night, another week of our
existence is gone, another year is broken. Are
we better than on the preceding Saturday Z! Has
one week brought us any nearer heaven as it GER
tainly has nearer death? This question is treated
lightly by some, but it comes home solemnly to
us ALL
On the subject Of preparation for the Sabbath
and for church, it cannot be but regretted that
this night is not more devoted to that duty, that
the Sabbath should be encroached upon even by
many protesting christians. If the Sabbath is to
be kept holy, we cannot consistently bu-then it
with the cares and duties which are not absolute
ly necessary, and which might have been per-
formed the evening before.
As the Sabbath is cmphatically called day
Of rest how pleasant it to see it unencumbered
by the noise and preparation Of worldly business.
1t is on that account | love the sweet serenity of
a country Sabbath. Every thing there is as quiet
as the grave on that day. To one who is fond
of contemplating the God of the Sabbath, and
his wonderful works, the country affords the high
est and purest satisfaction. He may there with
draw himself from the world and temporal things,
and pursue his meditation without noise or iniru-
sion. There may be music in the trees, but it
only awakens more harmonious strain IN his
own bosom. There may be fragrance in every
breeze, and his soul pours forth the more CRATE
full incense Of his prayers to the God of nature.
My walk to Busliwirh church comprises the
happiest moments Of my life. The distance is
one mile from our cottage, through Il delightful
ly rural lane, interspersed with fruit trees, wood
land, farm houses and cots, and the parsonage of
our late pastor The Sabbath morning is always
sufficient ly still to hear the mellow chimings Of
the New York church going bells over the
more humble one of our own church-one might
use the pleasing lines of Moore on such an oc-
CaSlon, SO as to read,
"Those morning bels-those morning bells!
How sweet tale their music tells,
OF home and youth, and that sweet time
When first heard the thrilling chime"
ButTfnd I am dlgTessing from nyht into
morning. the association however of a Saturday
nirht with the return of Sabbath is so near that
it may be considered the same subject, and elic-
itng almost the same reflections. In concluding
these thoughts imperfectly offered, l may per
mitted to hope that my readers may all enjoy the
sacred stiffness of Sabbath in the country.
PASQUIN.