The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1867-02-15
Saturday Night.

the window IS thfcs and Chilly, and m
\ all the tracing of winter asst holds its
repel without our sanctum, there isinot
one bit of beauty tonight. At least it
seems so 10 the one whose brain aches
with the labors of the week, and whose
heart refuses to feel light and joyous as
|. is its wont. We look at the sketches
made by Zero the diamond artist, and
they look not as they do sometimes -
i We have watched the fire many allhour
and oft to see in the Goals birds, and
| faces, and forests, and loved ones 1ost,
and loved ones absent, and loved ones
dear, and fairy groves, and bowers, and
trysting places, and happy scenes that
seemed duplicated there-and we have
seen on the window of our pleasant
sanctum,) towns. cities fields, islands.
oceans, ships at sea, angels, and fancy
laces, and network of diamonds-all
beautiful, but tonight they fail to come
at our bidding. We call the fairies and
fays we once knew, but they have gone
tonight. Since last we wrote our Sat
Eurday Night, one week, one hundred
| and sixty-eight little hours have come
and gone, OF these we have labored
one hundred andnineteen,s and tonight
are weary, glad indeed that the hour for
quiet has come, and that We can let the
pen rest awhile.
You know there are times when the
clouds hang very low, and the heart is
tired, Weary, longing. They come up
on all Of us. They come to the deepest
hearts, but kind words, soft hands, 1ov-
| ing smiles, trusting confidence, hallowed
rest and the love which strengthens as
it grows will lift them from the sky of
life and we can breathe free again. Did
you ever look for letter which would
never come! Did you ever write and
receive no answer? Did you ever look
for a prize and draw a bitter Blank?
Did you ever open letter directed in
well-known hand, to find in it nothing,
or that which was not looked for. Did
you ever open a cssket which was long
coming aud tindin it pretty things for
another whenayou thought they were
coming to youl And how much there
is of all this in life. How few Of us can
say Ne never drew blanks. But for all
this, there comes d ray Of light TO each
of us. The Saturday nights are the
changes--the stepping stones in. the
,.,O n i art,,l ,;yar W. oapnot En,,or ,,,
them as we hasten to. reach the bank
which line the land Of the leal. .-. We
cannot stay here long-few of us care
to, when every stepping-stone passed
lessons the ones between us and therest
eternal. i, sa 'sdl s- sro1sIrlow ~
As we look back over these lodges by
the way let us see how many are car.
peted with kind words. And as we
journey on, let us drop the ugly words
into the deep; drop them long, before
We reach the shore; and leave gentle
Sentences and pleasant memories behind
us, to rest the feet and still the foot fall
of those who must walkwith or behind
us over the rugged way. ysqszGoi7H
Kind words cost nothing. And do
you know they COME to us on every
wind by every mail, at all hours. God
knows we hold them sacred for they are
the brightest Jewels in the crown of life;
the ones which never tarnish; the roses
which never lose their fragrance; the
r;Gnbows which never fade; the springs
which keep the heart from breaking as
it is tossed against the granite walls of
life, strife, toll and wearing labor. a-7
q Man of heart--man of fhome-woman
of loye-angel of ideas, and home ones,
friends all, and everywhere, be not spar
ing of kind words. They cost nothing,
they live forever. They, come to us in
the dead hour ofnight. They come on
the wings Of love as we kneel in prayer,
They come to us in dreams, and they,
linger sacredly by the bedside of those
who suffer. They light our way to the
tomb; they throw out the ugly dark
ness from the grave; they bloom and
blossom from our cold bed, long and
lOlS dItSi VIC dle nlceIiluS IHeio W INe
over again and again in the hearts of
those who love us and are sdearer than,
words. M w s,sT- .sfH3isuT sidas7st
Working man, use kind words, always
Think before you speak. When you 90
home speak kindly. The patient wife |
needs your kind words, for no tonic |
gives such strength-no clothing gives
such warmth. If you have, not the
means to beautify your home, ealpet |
your heart and hang pictures on your
soul b usips, words Of kindness to your
home ones. These nights are passing
away. Twill not be long, before olH |
last article, will have been written; be
fore your last work shall have ended, |
and in all the carnestness of outspoken
man hood and friendship, we ask You to
use kind words continually. Use them
to her; use them to them; use them to
him; use them as if you preferred them,
not only this, but every day, and every