The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1869-06-10
Our Saturday Night---ReSt for the
Weary.

for the coming hour which will release us
from labor! Life is bat trial "A sentence
An imprisonment for those who toll and
were it not thatthe Augelof Saturday Night,
like some heaycnscnt Ttiry, comes each
week to release us from over taxing work
and lead us to rast with the loved ones,
death would be sweetcr than life even with.
ont its golden rewards for those who try 10
be good aud noble
10 night we are too worn and weary to
write rs we would like. We are like thous.
and' who all the week have toiled beyond
their strength TO earn comforts for the dear
ones, aud who now feel to envy those who
sleep behind marble head boards in the 'ss.
lent city'-but for the good time coming
when w can be with the one WHO waits OUT
coming, and whose smile is ever more life
giving than spring. The hours seem long
as we watch the dial .filcc-ior tie welcome
that awaits us has in it that love which lures
to the happy eternal by meIlowing the heart,
purifying the soul and giving us confidence
in each C'-r
Sometimes we think life is not worth the
| living. 1t is not too many. 1t would not be
| for any Of us but for the unsroken beautiful
which draws Us captive to the hearth and
| lender. As lore comes &c US. so we give in
return each with accumulatiug interests.-
Smiles are born of happy hearts. Happy
hearts are born Of better natures. Smiles
brighten our pathway, and when the dearest
eyes Of all the world look into ours, so rtii,
strong, deep and earnest, we could, should,
and would dare any danger, face any death,
or wrestIc with any fate which stood be.
tween US al the only earthly reward there
is to life
We are weary, but only of toll Others
are weary. Strong men are trembling in
their muscle tonight, for they have battled
severely all the week to keep want aud hun
ger from the sacred circle where gathered
those hearts day by day ran more and more
into each other Young men with hearts
full Of embryo happiness, COLDER dreams ii
which warm lips, love lit eyes, trusting
hearts aud future homes of their own are
mixed floating, as incentives to strive with
earnestness-they are weary But the day
comes when they will be more so when
they will go slowly to their homes with bent
forms, as do thousands who will rest in
their graves before there comes to any of
Us another Saturday Night.
And the watcher by the hearth is weary.
She, tco, has toiled all the week That clean
floor, that well kept hearth and fender, the
snowy linen, the clean dishes, the sweet;
/ clean shelves in the pantry and cupboard,
, the clean doors, walls and windows: that
look of home cheer which should make every
r earthly heaven; that tidy, sweet loveable
look, no matter for the years, tel that she
: too has labored and is weary. Then, good
man, working man and brother In toll, be
kind speak kindly, act kindly, lovingly, to
the one who has worked for you as you
have for her.
She is the one who cares most for you
who in heart is the dearest-she is to you al
= you are to her--two slken strands weaving
, together to bless or to curse, as you will
. The world cares not for you. Not one of
: MS is Of account to the world for it moves
whether we do or MOTT was here when we
came-it will be here with all its cold, sci.
fish Indifference when we die, and centuries
after we are forgotten, except the deeds we
do are worth remembering. After time
will come the final Saturday Night to all of
us, and the only ones who will weep ana
mourn, es we would for them, will be the
ones who welcome us TO the hearth and fem
der-who loves us far more dearly than pen
or words of ours eau tell-who have often
been weary, but always entitled to more
rest and happiness than any of us have here
below.
Let us love those who are dearest and
, kindest, and most in sympathy Very soon
there will be no going forth on Monday
morning-no more use for the little tin paii
no more need TO walk with rapid steps
lest we be late. Instead of listening to the
noise outsde-of looking closely with eye
and brain upon the work we have TO do ];
instead of toilng for those we love and for
ourselves, there Will be little room, with
perhaps few pictures therein--a weary
watching of shadows on the wall-a ner-
vous, tiresome, restless turning npon sick
bed as we lie like infE1ts, helpless IN the
care Of the loved ones. Then the hours will
fly, oh ! so swiftly, as we are called to look
{ with eyes Of life upon those who are left be-
hind to weep and pray and mourn. Them
will like panoramas pass by the work We