The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1869-09-23
Tired Hearts.

covers the shains OF which society aud
the so-called world are composed, we
should hod many, many, weary, har-
rassed, utterly worn out hearts.
A tired heart? Oh, how much, how
very much is expressed in that short
sentence. Pen and tongue are alike
inadequate to unravel its mysteries or
to develop its miseries.
To that fortunate class of individuals
who never know sorrow, (and there
really are such people iu the world,
who are by far too matter-of-fact and
too philosophical to allow anything to
disturb them, who in other words, never
take trouble Of any kind, such thing
us tired heart is an explicable enigma,
n problem incapable of solution.
But human nature is made Of vast
variety Of temperaments consequently,
there exists u wide difference in the
habits aud characteristics Of human.
kind
We are not all constituted so a' to he
able to allow the world 10 jog on at
pleasure, taking it as We find it saying
little and caring less. Neither are we
all able to screen our deep roo.ed sor-
rows, aud, assuming cloak of hypocri.
sy, appear to the world as the happicst
OF happy mortas.
Among the gayest society, beneath
gorgeous satins, futtering laccs and
bright, flashing jewels, think you not
there often throbs poof, tired heart,
aching for resting place, aching for a
spot to call its own, aching for some.
thing long wished for, but never OBJ
tanned, and still far beyond reach in
short, aching for something, it knows
not what. And yet, amid the tinsel
and ostentation that surround it, the
din Of the music and the tread of the
dancers, the exquisite odor of the exc
tics which preyades the whole atmos
phere, the smiles Of friends and the
admiration Of the assembly, it would
seem to the bystander to be very
happy, coutented heart Oh, this seem
ing to be what We are not when viii
it ever cease9 Not until each and
every one of us is laid away forever
under the green sod Of Gods beautiful
earth, and has gone to meet our Just
reward, for what we arc, and not fol
what We seem to be.
Who can know what it is to have ,
tired heart but one who has experienced
great weighty grieis, and has hlggeC
up to ones bosom life long sorrow, foi
which there is no remedy.
We are told it is great thing to suf
fer and be strong but courage viii
spend itself sometimes, and grief mus
have an outbreak eventually.
This weary, restless, unsettled, aching
elinging, longing, wretched feeling, at
tendant upon tired heart, it bafilei
description. And how these poor, wea
ry hearts will cling to false hopes, anc
build upon shattered, unstable founda
tions and then how they win look, ant
look in vain, for something that they
scarcely dare acknowledge to them
selves
Reader, has your heart never fol
weary-weary of life and its surround
ings, weary Of every one about you, and
you have thought that the world con
taiued nothing real and good aud true
| And then you have felt as though yo,
would like to breath. your thought
and feelings into the ear of some on,
who would not upbraid you, but only
listen patiently, 10 silence, to the ent
one who would fully comprehend YOU
meaning, and thoroughly understan,
you. But you have failed to discove
just such sympathizing one.
| God pity all such longing, restless
unhappy spirits, "who vainly the dream
of life recall" and still suffer on, in. 81
lenee and alone Aud these wear,
hearts, how they brood over their sor
rows, aud imagine they are Of no us
to anything or anybody in the world
| Can VIC censure them /? / think moi
Their very weariness Is n cause for des
pondency and inactivity; aud mank lin,
in general is disposed % look upon th
dark, rather than upon the light side o
things.
| And SO the world goes on from da,
to day, little dreaming of tho mask
worn to cover heavy hearts and darl
texperiences. And then the world is $
easily cheated 1t believes everything
from the outward appearance, neye
caring to peer within the ample folds o
ones assumed cloak.
There will always be tired hearts ID
tho world. 1t is an utter impossibilit
that it should ever be otherwise.
! And so these tired weary hearts mus
struggle on in their misery, and hop
to obtain that rest at last that is pre-
pared for the weary in spirit.
Rest for the wearyl What an un
spcakable boon How many hearts ar
now craving it unable to find its sourc
the great fountain-hcad of peace !
II is Hc who has said, "Come unit
me, all ye that labor aud are heavy Ia
don, and will give you rest" ''Scek
and ye shall find"
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