North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1866-07-18
SATURDAY NIGHTS MUSINGS.

BY BRICK PoMEROY.
Blessed night of rest Soon will the Ia
bors of the week be ended, and then for
respite from toil-a release from the six
six linked chain which has held us prison
ers long enough. Worker, waiter and
watcher, sit down with us for a moment.
We have one night less to talk with you,
to hold converse with earthly friends
One week another Saturday night nearer
the golden streets or the dark ravine -
One week nearer opening the envelope
which will have therein prize or blank
as we choose the while. All these prizes
are of our own choosing. There is no law
compelling man to be miserable or friend
less, unless it be law of his own making
The weeks shorten as we hasten on to
open the wondrous door which closes upon
US but once We make the road pleasant
or gloomy as We choose, We can pre-
serve the purity of our hearts or darken
the acts of our lines as we see it, and ours
will be the reward.
| How much week has brought about !!
How bright have been the days since last
Saturday night, fo- some, how dark and
bitter to others. we saw to-day weep
ing mother in the city of the dead. The
tears fell thick and fast upon little grave
no longer than our arm. But that little
hillock is the door through which she can
enter heaven and regain her lost idol. One
week since the now weeping heart broken
mother was a singing, happy mother.
we knew her years ago, before the du-
ties of a new responsibility were hers to
bear-we knew her weeks ago as she press
ed the little one to her heart-we, see her
| now, as yesterday, in tears and sorrow, and
we see her tonight, looking in little draw
ers, boxes and secret places for trifes of
last week-now the most priced of all rel
les of the past r-.s.e. s... ..
Go home this Saturday night, brother
worker. Gather strength for the renewal
of that endless conflict. Go home to those
you love, or if you have no home, sit down
with friend, or draw the curtains over the
window so you cannot see the treasures you
have stored there, or the rubbish you had
better remove. Go home and bless the
one who waits your coming, with earnest
eyes and beating heart. Latch the gste
behind You. Leave your head at the store,
shop, or office. Stamp the mud and the
cares of the week from your feet enter
the door-close it behind you, 90 in upon
the home circle and tell visitors that you
are engaged-that Saturday night is your
home night and not to be wrested from you.
And save from your earnings, little to
beautify your home. Save much or little
as fortune will allow. Do not waste the
labor of days or hours in poison and wear
yourself out in dissipation. Be man.
Beautify your home, gladden. those you
love, and make your life success instead
Of failure. s.f Fri ..rs.7
Not long since we were the guest of a
frank, openfaced, generous man. The
| white hairs had found home with him.
Once he was poor, laboring man as are
you and me. He toiled manfully and lived
| within his means. He savedIhis earnings,
fnot as miser saves, but to beautify and
make pleasant the home where he alone
looked for Happiness. Little by little as
the Saturday nights went by, falling like
rose leaves into the lap of God, he took
home with him articles to beautify his
home. Little by little "How did you get
all of these,things "Little by little" How
it accumulates, whether of wealth, wisdom
or wickedness Not all of sudden. Here
table there sofa there piano -
there painting ; there bookcase there
a window curtain there an ottoman -
there an hour glass there an engraving !;
/ Al n nd
tle-all beautiful, and helping to make the
home happy. week laid itself down by
the side of week in the grave of time. Still
he toiled, saved, was happy and made 9TH
ers happy around him. Books, paintings,
music, luxury, aud happiness are the fruit
which the tree of soberness and economy
bears. s. -E -.-.Er. co.,
| And there were others who began life
| with him of whom we write. Chances
were the same, but others spent their nights
and their earnings in useless dissipation
while he saved. Their homes are still un-
carpeted and pictureless Their faces are
old and wrinkled and their steps tottering
The home ones have no happiness, home
has few comforts and fewer pleasures-lif lifi
is winding itpelf upon the invisible reel ant
their ticket in the lottery of life is failure
God pity those who have no manhood, fo1
} they need pity. ..a
J. Be advised by us,working man, wherev
er or whoever you are, to habits of ecouc
my, and desire to make home pleasant
Home is next to Heaven in its wonderful
meaning. No money brings so large q
Interest. Speak kindly to those under you
roof care for them as they will for yo'
Leave your business behind you-hang u