The herald. (Smyrna, Del.) 1870-1871, 1870-10-29

! Sweet is the rest of home when comes
the weary Saturday Night, and one
| feels so tired and worn from the work
of the week, and this little respite from
tho battle of life. Miles upon miles
have we this day ridden, across States,
from East to West from Wost to East
again.
And here we are again at our desk,
and our weeks ending, or nearly-tircd,
worn, fatigued, and glad to find here
the welcome home-placs always ex-
tends,
There is but littlo Of this life, after all
Yet, how we cling to it. AS If trouble is
more precious than restl We all of us
attempt too much-we work too much
we so racing from the cradle to the
grave, intent on business, folly, dissipa.
ton, or the accumulation of wealth, as if
that and this wore happiness.
But what OF all this? Very soon we
shall so TO our reward and our resting,
and then who of all the crowd that now
sees MS nurryIng ON VIII pause to think
of us even for one moment How many
of those who call themselves friends will
drop a tear, fetch sigh, or give more
than hasty passing thought TO us, for
all they fawn and 1atter aud seek our
favor to gain our influence now7-
Who OF all the ones that profess love for
us will go with us in heart down into the
vestibule of eternity, and with us over
there to the real Homer
God love those who have even one
true heart and one earnest soul 10 lean
upon, for to us ON earth but one true
love is given, though thous. md butter
flies beat the air with their wings not
thinner than tleir real intentions. OIL
the army-tho armies of those who love
and do most earnest lip p-worshi 2-till we
are of no more use to them, and then
what matters it, or fate, or wandering
And so thinking-and so taught by
that life which We trust teaches wisdom
we come to love zach year more and
moro the home rest, not alone OF Satur-
day Night, but every other. 1t is so
blessed and SO hlissful 10 find one little
place, one room, even, where the curious
world rests not IT'S eager eyes and shines
with tongues most wanton; to gain an
hour away from those who come with
their wants for ulloviation--their sor-
rows for you to bear their griefs and
troubles for you to drink im-their de.
preston OF spirits for you to absorb
and wear out, or throw of as best you
may.
1t is sweet to be in some place which
is all yours-te look upon the walls, the
floor, the carpets, the books, the pic
lures, the evidences that here, indeed, is
your home, and to look upun each arti-
Gle as upon some dear friend who. if
never word of welcome gives, never
word of slander utters nor retails, chair
to desk, and desk back to door, what
the one saw which the other did not.
And it is sweet to know that here. in
this room, where good angels visit, and
where We rest, there may come 10 us
some one who loves us, and for ns has
most kindly earnest care; that the dying
week will surely not so till we see, and
hear. and know, and feel that We are
not alone, wanderer on tho beach OF
that wreck-filled ocean we call lifel
Oh tho beauty of home-the iov i'm
having one, no matter how humble or
poorly furnished il may be, il il is only
home! Ifit is a place of rest. a shelte~
from the thousand storms and arrow
slings of checkered fortunes and contin
ell fights, which at last wear ux out, as
they have millions before us, and will
millions vet TO come.
Wo pity those who have no homes
God love thom, for they need all and
more of the Eternal Sunlight than many
wish them. We pity those who have no
labor to hold them to duty during the
week-no reward to them oach day
coming-no true heart all their own to
rest with and upon when comes tho hour
for rest. And we pity the ones who have
no care for other than surface life, and
winter-sunshine, with never pride in
home. and the rest it gives 10 all the
tired, weary, working, waiting ones,
who all the week have toilcd, and from
whom their earnings and SO much of
life and power TO do good and make 9TH
ers happy has passed, as it has from so
many between our last quielly-writton
chapter like this, the last of another week |
another Saturday Night -"BRIcl1"
PoMERoy's Saturday Night,