Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1869-09-16
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OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
Rest FOR the Weary.

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How slow the hands creep over the
dial-how the brain thrObs as we work
and wait for thet coming hour which
will release US from labor! Life is 5ut
q triai-a sentence-an imprisonment for
those who toll, and were 1t not that the
Angel of Saturday Night, like some
heaven sent fairy, comes each week to
release US from taxing work and lead US
10 rest with the loved ones, death
would be sweeter than life even without
its golden rewards for those who try TO
be good and noble.
TO night we are too Worn and weary
10 write as we would like. We are like
thousands who all the week have teiied
beyond their strength to earn comfort
for the dear ones, and who now feel to
envy those VINO sleep behind marble
head-boards IN the .'sllent cjty''-but for
the good time coming when we can be
with one who waits our coming, and
whose smile is ever more life-giying than
spring The hours seem long as we watch
the dial face-for the welc9me that
awaits us has in it that love which lures
US to the happy eternal by melIowing
tue heart, purifying the soul and giving
us confidence in each other
Sometimes we think life is not worth
the living. It is not to many. Il would
not be for any of us but for the unspoken
beautiful which draws captive to the
hearth and fender. AS love comes to US
so we give in resurn each to each with
accumulative interest. Smiles are born
of happy hearts. Happy hearts are born
of better natures. Smiles brighten our
pathway, and when the dearest eyes in
all the world look into ours 50 full Strong
deep, and earnest, we could, should and
would dare any danger, face any danger,
face any death, or wrestle with any fate
stood between us and the only earthly
reward there is to live for.
We are weary, but only of toll. 9th
ers are weary Strong men are trem-
bling in their muscle tonight, for they
have battied severely all the week to
keep want and hungsr from the sacred
circle where gathers those whose hearts
day by day run more and more into
each other. Young men, with hearts
full Of embryo happiness, golden dreams
in which warm lips, love-lit eyes, trust
ing hearts, and future homes of their
own are mixed floating, as incentives
to strive with earnestness-they will be
no more; when they will go slowly to
their homes with bent forms, as do thou
sands who viii rest in their graves be-
fore their comes TO any Of us another
Saturday Night.
And the watcher of the hearth is
weary! She, too, has toiled all the
week. That clean floor, that well kept
hearth and fender, the snowy linen, the
clean dishes, che sweet clean shelves In
pantry and cupboard, the clean doors,
walls and windows that look of home
cheer which should mark every earthly
heaven that tidy, sweet, loveable look,
no matter for the years, tell that she too
has labared and is weary. Then, good
man, workinking 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 dearesC-she is to you
what you are to her-two siIken strands
weaving together to bless or tocurse as
you will. The world cares not for you.
Not one of US is of account to tho world
for it moves whether we do or not-it
was here when we came--it will be here
with its cold, selfish indifference when
we die, nd.centuries after we are for
gotten, 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 and
mourn, 40 we would for them, will
20 the ones who welcome Us TO the
-searth and fender-who love US far more
dearly than pen or words of ours can
tell us who have often been weary, but
always entitled TO more rest and happi-
ness than any of US have here below.
Let US love those who are dearest and
NJ f1,
soon there will be no going forth Monday
morning-no more use for the little tin
pail-no more need to walk with rapid
steps lest we be late. Instead of listen
ing to the noise outside-of looking
closely with eye and brain upon the
work to- do, instead of toiling for those
we loye-and for ourselves, there will be
alitde room, with perhaps few pictures
thereia-a weary watching of shadows
On wall-a nervous, tiresome, restless,
turning upon sick bed as we lie like
infants, helpless in the care of loved
ones. 4'hen 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 bray, and tnourn.-
They will, like pan5fanas, pass by the
work We have done, the plans made, and
the results accomplished-the streets of
the city, with their staring and glaring
walls will fade out-the changing scenes
of earth will melt out and float down the
turbid waters of the past the only pic
tures engraYen upon our hearts being
the faces, the forms, the smiles, the eye
whispers of the loved ones we hope soon
TO meet; and the only credentials for His
beautiful land and q home where none
but loved ones enter, the good acts, kind
words, and noble deeds--great or small,
given US by the ones who with us are
=. er weary bat ever needing the kind
ness and love we whoare strong at times
fail to give.
When this day comes there will be no
more Weariness, while the prayers OF
those who will mourn ourdeparture will
bear US to the land of the leal, where we
can rest or return in spirit to guard and
bless tho6e dear TO US now.
Life is snothing-but for those we love,
it would not be worth the living. Then
let US all who are men be better, truer,
more deserving, Let us take more care
Of ourselves--o OF our health-of our earn
ings, that those who look with joy for
our coming may be glad, and by faith,
love, kindness deserved, and trusting
sympathy, help US all to reach the Eter-
nal Island of the true, where there will
be no more labor-no more oppression
for poor--no more robbing of those who
toll for the benefit of those who do not
no more vain watehings, and no more
Saturday nights.
COURAGE and modesty are the least
dubious of all Virtupg for LneV cannot