The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1865-06-17
Saturday Night Musings.

There IS Il great white counterpane Of
snow on the ground this Saturday night.
Gods charity, covering a multitude of sins I,
Would that human charity would thus do
would whiten over the little bunnocks and
ridges of life which can be removed from one
place only TO rise again IN another. The
week just passed has been a short one. Too
short for many a one 10 settle with himself,
yet he has gone home. How the time flies.
Has it always gone by thus rapidly? If all
the Saturday nights God had ever given US
were before US, h an array of crime would
be SEEM Yet the day comes when they will
loom up with their debts and credits to curse
or to bless. Do you ever pause to think,
reader 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 Ia
borer going 70 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 \ room with six folding doors.
Open all of them. Turn the room into a
hall; look down its short walls and see in
memory the pictures you have hung there.
Another footstep d! how the boot creaks as the
snow is crushed beneath its weight. Listen (.
A lighter step. Some wife who is fastening
home to greet her husband with the market
ing for the morrow. Tired man.. He sits
and rests with little hands in his whiskerS,
little eyes peering into his, little heads on
either shoulder, stars which rank him n Ma
Jor General in the army OF life, Hold them
closer TO you, kiss them fondly tonight.
Who but God knows who Will be in shroud.
coffin or grave ere another Saturday night
comes around
Apofhar sion The otbar uorr Sor,,
husband with heart full of ruined hopes go
ing to meet at the beer table. Some foolish
youth swiftly stepping by, anxious TO join the
revel. Pitied husband. Twas not thus a
few years since. Wno is to blame Let
US, VINO 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 fre-side
this Saturday night, over all others 2 Home
once had its charms. The eye now so in
different once lit its way to her very soul.
The lips now cold except in petulancy, once
put their rich fullness up to revel in the loved
kiss. The tongue which now speaks but TO
chide, once knew no language but that of
love 1t was many Saturday nights ago,
perhaps, but It was once. Why go tonight ?
Is there not some little corner in the heart
where the old love, the old hope, the old
fingers Must you 90 tonight
Once you would not have left for an hour.
Who has poisoned the feast? Who has Bit
tered the spring. Talk it over this Satur-
day night. See who has shrouded the Pet
AMI buried the Darling of years agone. Go
not elsewhere for happiness. 1t is not to be
in tn wiz cup. The glass of poison
does not contain it. The alIurements of the
table give no happiness. Rest this
If you love each other, sit beside
sach other, eye TO eye at times, land upon
II in hand at times. Read TO her or him
you love. Read this little chapter. It is
,indly meant, even so for those who differ
rom us: Look back and see how much
you have been than you might have
zen how much happier you might have
cen than you are. Do not blame. Do not
hill the rivulet into an icicle.
Good wife, don't let him 60. Make home
appy for your own sake. Give him love
Dr. love, kiss for kiss, confidence for conf t
ence. Be TO him as you were when you {
him. Call back the glance, the word, t
Ie old caress, the electric touch, and sit 7
1wn together 10 bless God that YOU have S