Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1865-02-10
Saturday Night Musings.

would whiten over the little bunnocks
and ridges Of life which can be removed
from one place only to rise in another
The week just passed has been short one.
Too short for many one to settle with
himself, yet he has gone home. How time
flies. Has talways gone by thus rapidly
If all the Saturday nights God has ever
given us were before us, what an array of
crime would be seen. Yet the day comes
when they will loom up with their debts
or credits to curse or to bless. Do you
ever pause to think, readers? II so, pause
again. If not, begin now. Draw your
chair to the fire. Turn the light so it will
not hurt your eyes. Pull the curtain down
at the corners. Listen! A footstep on the
creaking snow. Some laborer going to his
loved ones. Weary and heart-tired may
God warm his little home with love. Look
back over The past week. 1t is not far.
A room with six folding doors. Open all
of them. Turn the room into hall-look
down its short walls and see in memory
the pictures you have hurg there. Another
footstep! how the boot creaks as the snow
is crushed beneath its weight. Listenl a
lighter step. Some wife who is Fastening
home to greet her husband with the mark
eting for the morrow. Tired man. He
sits and rests with little hands in his whs-
kers-little eyes peering into his-little
heads on either shoulder stars which
rank him Major General in the army of
life !! Hold them closer to you--kiss them
fondy tonight. Who but God knows
who will be in shroud, coffin or grave be-
fore another Saturday night comes around ?
Another step! The other way Some
husband with heart full Of ruined hopes
going to meet at the beer table. Some
foolish youth swift stepping by to JON the
revel. Pitied husband. Twas not thus
| few years since. Who is TO blame Let
| us who know not the cares and shadows of
the heart, not do that which God has told
us not TO do. Let US not condemn. He
will reward and He will punish. The step
dies away. Around the corner. So her
hope dies away. So his heart thoughts
have died out. Why will he leave the
home fireside this Saturday night, over all
others home once had its charms. The
eye now so Indifferent once lit its way TO
her very soul. The lips now cold except
in petulancy, once put their lich fulness
up to revel in the loved kiss The tongue
which now speaks but TO chide, once knew
no language but that of love. II was
many Saturday nights ago perhaps-bnt it
was once. Why go tonight? Is there not
some little corner in the heart where the
old love--,he old hope-the old pleasure
fingers Must you 60 tonight Once you
would not have left her for an hour. Who
has poisoned the feast? Who has bittereo
the spring? Talk it over this Saturday
night. See who has shrouded the Pet and
buried the Darling of years agone. Go
not elsewhere for happiness. Il is not to
be found in the vine cup. The glass Of
poison does not eontsi it. The alluremenls
Of the gaming table give no happiness,
Rest this night. If you love each other
sit beside each o;her-eye to eye at times
hand upon hand or in hands at times
Read to her or him you love. Read this
little chapter. 1t is kindly meant, even SC
for those who differ from US. Look bach
and see how much happier you have beer
; than you might have been-how much
happier you might have been than you are
Do not blame. Do not chill the rivule
into an icicle.
Good wife, don't let him 60. Max,
home happy for your own sake. Give hin
love for love--kiss for kiss-conGdence fol
confidence. Be to him as you were wher
you won him. Call back the glance, ih,
word, the old cares-the electric touch, anC
sit down together to bless God that yot
have each other 10 love and live for. LIE
new resolves be born tonight. They MAJ
die before another one comes around, bu
let them be born. God sent US here to b,
happy. We live to make ourselves miser
able. God gives US Saturday night fo
reflection. He gives US the Sabbath fo
rest. He gave us six days for labor. Ant
you, brother reader-comrade in life's bat
tie, must you 60 from the home you have
1t may not be quite pleasant, but can yor
!, not help make it SO? Save your earnings
Save your heart. Save your manhood
Keep faith with yourself Give this nigh
to rest--to-morrow to worship, and give t
God heartfelt blessing for the mercie
you have. Some Saturday night will b
your last We pray that this may not.
A bright little girl, in playful anger
caught hold Of an older sister, saying, "now
:, III shake the saD-dtAst out Of you" think