Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1860-08-11
From the Southern Field and Fircsidc.
Saturday Night.
DY Mns. EMMA y. pnAnr.


draw the cu,tniu. and now LAT l.a"e
good, cosy chat, dear Field and Firesidc
Here am, face to face with all my old
friends, whose thoughts are weekly .mirrorod
in the pagcs of this welcome visitor.
First comes sweet poem from the pen of
dear Mary Bryan. Oh how love her poet.
whisperings; and while I've been reading the
Z" Dream of an Hour" /, too, have been wan
'loring in drcamland, and heard the whisper
ings of the now voiccless past. Many of us,
dear Mary, find that we have built.
"Neats fancy's moonlight beams,
Cloud-fubrics, that must melt away"
Oh could life present to us the ever beau
tirul scenes VIC bchcld through the kalcido.
scopc vision of our youth but in our hap
pcst moments the angel of Sorrow folds over
us her sombre wings, and the fairy dream has
vanished.
Then, I.[nconnuc, in that charming little
poem, "At the Garden Gate," tells sad
tale of mans INCONSISTENCY, and woman's trust
fulncss. How many hearts have been
touched by the pluintivc wall Of that (" hope
deferred"
Good bye to MI the happiness
or his sweet words and light carcors;
but then, to morrow night I'll wait
His coming at the garden gate"
lie will not come, now, and all the hop IS
OF today are lying crushed and dying on
the heart and the heart that a few n, o
mcnts ago was widely bounding with hope
and JOY, is now almost pulscless meath this
weight of woe.
May we often hear the warblings of these
sweet song birds, dear Mary Bryan" and
sweet l. 'nconnuc. Other friends we have,
from whose pens come many bright glowing
thoughts which We love to read and dream
upon; but none wakcn such sweet, yet sad
memories, as these.
Saturday night and all the weeks labors
are over. Two rosy little faces peep i:om the
bed yonder; four little hands and feet Just cs-
Gaping from the snowy folds of their night
dresscs-dcar little feet, that patter through
the house all day, at last at rest The long
lashca IRE dropping on the solft, velyc,, checks,
ND the little souls are wandering in the fairy
land ot dreams. A sweet smile plays upon
little Mary's face, and almost wonder if the
angels are not visinble to her now. PERHAPS
the guardian spirit of her angel mother is
near (tor she is an nsorphan, reader and we
took her to be little NVilic's sister and fill.
the place in the hearts of our little Allie,
whom God took.) Bless thee, M, children !!
God bless thee ., %
Saturday night and husband has Just come
home, with his weeks hard earnings; and
while he stoops to kiss tic little slecpcrs, |
arrange the tca-thingS on the table.
We live in cozy little cottage, reader, only
three rooms; and Herbert and / toll through
the week, for God has not blessed us with an
abundance of this worlds gccaa; bat he has
given US health, happiness. love, and these
two dear household treasures and we are
very, very happy, on this Saturday nighty-v-.
Now tho tca-things are all cleared away, and
whileI finish my chat with the readers Her
bert will enjoy the contents of :" Tho Field
and Fireside"' y "'e
Saturday night Don't you love, reader,
to think Of tho morrow; how you will hear
the old organ peal throngh the long aisics, hid
the sweet ycieo ofthe singers awaken melody
in tho house OF God And then the voice
Of tho dear old pastor, while thc breezes play