The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1869-10-14
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
TIRED AND WEARY.

Saturday night brings its joys but
they are like flowers hidden under The
fog in The distancc-or like winter
plants meath The snow. There is such
load of wea riness on them and over
them at times. Who is not weary to-
night Perhaps not weary from over
| work but tired from oveIwaitiDg p
Sometimes Hopes task is heavy
one!
But the week has gone roaring.
whistling bowling down the aisles of
of the past like a simoons laden with
the many joys it brought and took
away-the friends it has taken from
us-the hopes we had last week-the
good acts and bad acts-the past seven
days-the tears, fears, tI'iumphs and
shattered anticipations we all had
with the lives of those we knew and
loved as soon will one OF them go
home with our life. ~--r-l,
! Which will be our last Saturday
Night chapter? This one, or another
one? Aud when comes oua. last week
and call Home, may that good Con
we adore, believe in and reverence
give those who read after Weiare done
with this weariy-w olking, hearts 10
take US as we mean, that The good in
tentions of busy life may not fall like
ashes, OF like dead trees that bear no
fruit. And may He who with a
glance uRravels the mysteries and
dissects all of our life-acts; each from
the other be kind of heart 10 all of us,
writer and readers. ~. .2,.... .. !. ia.
Tonight we are very Weary--tired
with our work. And somebody's not
here. The room isvery sfilf.I Gently
the breeze sighs outside, as il to wrap
the heart in Grape. The gaslight flick
ers, and shadows dance and whistle
across your paperj justas shadows will
over the weary heart. A miller flies
about us, singeing his wings at times,
as men and women de- IN life and in
love. Now he has gone, and to-mor-
row will be dead or forgotten, as all
| Of Us will be some day-and this
makes US more weary of waiting.
The room seems so stiH.3 We hear
trampipg of feet and rumbIing Of
wheels on the street. Are they wea-
ry?; Who are all those who go by!
Are they tired 3Are they happy
; Are they going to happy homes OIL
misery? What a terrible knowledge
i is GoD's, for he knows all our hopes
fears, desires! All our happiness and
; all our misery! Those who go by are
going somewhere, home, or 10 The
other place. i, We know them not
They do not know US. They live and
die without us-how little we amount
weary!
We have waited all the week fol
y this night to come. We wanted t.
cut loose from business cares and TIL!
head-aching wolk for Others, TO rest
We wanted to rest in our easy chair
i to see ,he flower of the bud we hav,
seven days watched-to throw off til,
uniform of life's terrible battle, for it
points hurt, andrest.-But it -is hart
!, to resi- alone Nv onder if it is.hard t.
c die alone? +
# 4 X y
If that one were only with US. ant
by us tonight. No matter who iti
= we Know and that one knows! /
we could but feel that presence
watch the whispers of the soul a
J. shadowed of the face and by the eye
could feel on our head, which a
times feels like lead, hot and burnin
le like sea of fire from weariness, over
II work and oVerthinking, we shoul'
e, not be.so weary. But it is not thus
and when this is written perhap
sleep will bring us rest. 10
And it is long to be alone-to wal
of for q coming-to hunger for that on
nne to be nigh and by you.-Not for wor
m IN for passion, for annoyance, bnt t
ne love, to pet, to caress, to hold in yon
heart, and fill the soul with as rose
= hold fragrance. How it. rests one t
sit in the shade! How it rests til
w heart to be with loved ones, and t
d forget under the gentle touch, tn
p. smooth of the palm over the wear
to to temple, the silent kiss, tue Cops pot
try of the eye, the heart-swelling il
spiration Of that love which rcacht
us from heaven, as sunbeams piert
N, through the shutter crevices, and
na know that we are not alone!
There are many weary ones to-nigh
:, Oh! God pity them all friend Or 70
Near by and far away are weary one