Eastern times., 1854-09-14

Saturday Night.

sAnother week is ended Thus reads the
records of time. Another week is ended, and
wearied man ceases from his labor, and seeks
repose within the quiet circles of his own fam
iIy, at his own fre-side. In this abode, with
drawn from the world he reflects upon the
past, and works out his course for the future.
without rejecting upon his uncertainty of life.
Hope writes the poetry of the boy, but mem
Ory that of the man. Man looks forward with
smiles. but backward with sighs. Such is the
wise providence of God. The cup of life is
sweetest at the brim; the favor is impaired
as we drink deeper, and the dregs are made
bitter, that we may not struggle when ii is ta-
ken from our lips.
Franklin, in reviewing the chequered scenes
through which he had passed in his meditation
upon a repetition of life, says, When re-
fleet, as l frequently do, upon the felicity l
have enjoyed, sometimes say to myself that,
were the offer made me, wonld engage 10
run again from beginning to end the same ca
reer of life. All would ask, should be the
privilege of an author, to correct in a second
edition, certain errors of the first
The web Of life is of mingled yarn, good
and i'll together. To complain that life has no
joys while there is single creature whom we
can relieve by onr bounty, assist by our coun-
sells, or enliven by our presence, is 10 lament
the loss of that which we possess, and is ;ust
- ro,;o,ol &c - ia of thirst with tho cun in
our hands. The ready way to right enjoy
ment of life, is 10 study 10 do good, and TO thus
live happy
This is the jewel of life. Ii is not the rich,
nor the powerful nor the great. Not the proud,
nor the titled, nor the ambitious who wear it.
Only the humble, the gentle and the pure Of
earth, know where to find the jeweIry Of life
1t is every where to be seen, and is thus prac-
ticaly described by gifted writer:
A poor youth, meeting a beggar in the
street, gave him half of his little store. The
deed was a jewel, and will it not shine as a
star in his crown Of Immortality A man give
TO his foe, who had heaped upon him reproach-
es and bitterness, words Of love and charity,
and grew no poorer; yet he had given away
Jewels brighter and more valuable than any
that ever gliuered upon the breast Of royalty.
A tall rowed conqnerer, standing under his
victorious banners, at the battles close, sent
out the order: Bring in the wounded, friend
and foe' Oh, that deed Of mercy shone brighter
than rubies in the chaplet that the freemen OF
thirty commonwealhs wove for the brow OF
Zachary Taylor
Whoever performs an act Of kindness-who-
ever lends brother helping hand whoever
makes bright the home and altar that were
dark-whoever brings back the lambs that
have strayed from the fold of Love-whoever
at his own sacrifice, and in the exercise Of a
big-hearted charity, does any good deed, wears
in his breast that imperishable jewery which,
as star in his heart would do, blazons all
his pathway with perpetual light.
The Jewels of Life are simple things, and
may be won by all who will. They are but
light and holy thoughts, wrought ont into
great and marly deeds. The litany of happy
heart, the prayer Of a hopeful soul; the act
of the liberal hand; all these are jewels, wo-
ven amid the woof Of Life, in that still loom
which is ever hunming in soothing melody
its the good mans breast.
Reader, get thou this true jewelry of life,
wear it, and thou wilt be one Of the peers Of
earth. Get it not, and scarce wilt thou rank
above the brutes that perish. Let thy deeds
be good deeds, Thy thoughts pure Thoughts,
and thou hast it already. But filthy thoughts
are evil, thou canst get this jewclry never