The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1859-03-09
TODAY AND 'EO-MoRROw.


TO-DAY AND 'EO-MoRROW.
Do you think you are sufficiently CRATE
full that to-day is Saturday, and to-mor-
morrow is the Sabbath. And doesn't it
seem to you that somehow they grow
fewer and fewer as the years grow more
and more! That the easy old coat and
the comfortable slippers, and the coy
arm chair are not assumed with that
abandon now, that they were wont to be,
years ago. That the barrier of single
Saturday night is not broad enough to
keep the crowd ofcares from getting over
like a pack of wolves into the calm, green
fold of the Sabbath?
We are afraid it is so,-that we are all
getting older, and in fact, wickeder,-
when we ought to be getting better. 1t
is bad sign Wien a mar cannot help cal
culating the profit on q corner lot, while
his wife is saying sweet things to him
that he doesn't hear, just as she used to
do before she was wife at all. We do
/ not know that DR. Clark intimates how
far q man is from boiling point who
lamelts a loss Of four dollars and half.
on load Of hoop poles, while the clergy
lnan-good man-has just said, we will
read for our instruction this morning.
| &c.
But we do know that such tendencies
are petrifying; that many a man intent
! upon getting. a 'pooke, full of rocks has
| found to his great astonishment, rock
in his left breast about the size of his
heart. We do know that an old Peter
ola heart is a poor piece of machinery
to run life with tig
She would be sensible conan, who
when she desired 10 improve her com
plexion, should say a gentle word to the
weeping, or do q gentle deed to the wan
ting. Aud repose is just such cosmet-
ic, only it is deeper than skin deep for
il beauties the heartand adornsth life.
1t is to labor what the shadow is to the
sun. It's there one will find the dews
Of nature sparkling aud pure, if he fluids
them at all.
ii But repose is not sleep neither is it in
action, but only the simple, unartifcia
/ play Of thought and feeling 1t IS just
as when the village mill stands STILL The
damp weeel is mot onless in the dark and
drip ing house; 'the sound Of the grind
inc is low;' the miIer's cloud has settled
to the white and powdery floors. But
. the stream runs on with uniinpeded flow,
and the play Gifts waters is calmer and
brighter and more beautiful than before
Now everybody has grist of his own, of
some sort; and the doctrine is, leave the
grain in the mill, and close the gate, that
not through all the seven days the wa
tiers of life be beaten into pillows and
foam by the whirling wheels.
Go out into the midst of Gods great
temple; sit down upon the banks Of life's
river; look away up towards the fountain
and away down towards the sea; discov-
er, if YOU can, what millers seldom know
that water runneth by the mill, the
miller wots not Of that God made the
river if you did make the mill.
So it is that it proves right excellent
thing to fence the world out, and the Sab
bath in. Time has walled it round with
q couple of nights, and how pure and
calm we may have it between.
If the business man must have some
thing to do every day let him make an
inventory of the contents of bis heart on
Sundays; let him overhaul the old, dus-
tv lelgers, and see what he used to have
there years and wears ago; and if he will
take our word for it, he will find curious
things he HASN'T thought of in an =
find to that like an old garre,. it contains
great deal that is out of fashion 1t
would not surprise us at all to learn that
he had many memory that that he
would not exchange for State Bonds at
! premium if he could.
What blessing it is that the Past aud
it's wealth of memories never found their
way into Wall Street! 1t would not be
so very strange if some foolish little trim
ket should delude him out of tear; nor
if he should take certain title-deeds and
certificates of stock, that somehow latter
" he had been in the habit OF putting in
I his heart, out Of the place they desecrate,
| and leave them the next Saturday night
il the iron safe where they belong. Very
likely he would find that II had written
his wrongs there; and it would be just
the day to remove them too
"Stoop down serene and write them in the
dust;
Trod under foot the sport of every wind,
! Swellt from the earth, and blotted from his
mind
Such is the sort of Sabbath, Herbert
sang of when he exclaimed,
Sweet day. so calp pure, so bright,
The bridal Of the earth and sky"