Vicksburg weekly herald., 1870-05-14
eur sATURpAY NIGHT.


Fnrmingi what sort Of q SAtur-
day Night Can be wrought out Of
sasha snblects Wherein are lts
sofh sWsst and tender mOralltiss,
iAs thOughsfnl reflections, or its
sublIme msmOEies? You are too
fagt for conclusions.
The yeFy stones Of the earth have
smOral IN thsm as dOss the lily Of
tie heId and We are snrs that the
disniAed sud honorable puFsuit Of
agr1gultuFg willbe found to yield q
moral worthy Ofits derivation. We
win endsaSOE 70 illustrate the SUBJ
jsct ana iis moral.
Sometimes the weary heart, over
burdeued, distressed and almost
hopeless, seeks shelter In It's sorrow
in doubt denial and disbelief
But It never finds shelter there. 1t
10 again driven forth into the de-
serts and wastes OF life by terri
bic ScOrchings Of conscience, until
t6nds peace, If ever, in the Ca
nsan Of Gods mercy and love.
And, sometimes, how often we
hardly dare acknowledge TO our
selves even, although we lose not
wholly our trust, yet faith shines
90 dimly, Hope looks SO rcry pale
and wan, and shadowy, that the
grand and good reasOns Of our
aflictions arc not seen By us, and
the Wearisd and discouraged soul
stsggers fitfully under its cares and
sorrows, and turning its Ilisparag-
ing and questioning eyes to the
Eternal Throne, this poor, tired,
struggling soul win ask, Why b 1t,
0, FAthaEi that ] am thus afflicted ?
Why am ! lhos tossed, and torn,
and besten aUOut so rudely by the
bitter, biting winds Of cold adj
versityg
/ know Of my sins Of omission
and commission, how often my
duty has failed, and my spirit re. |
belledj how my stubborn heart
would not answer thy calls nor bow
itself n humbleness at the throne
buthAye l deserved this9 Am |
plunged latO the waters Of this
moral MaFsh aud doomed to
engulfmant for this? ! know thou
Art just God and mercifnl, and
that thou lowest whom thou chas-
tisaAh3 but anil 10 sink beneath
lltos6 sWfaI sorfoWSP Am II to be-
ieve that lam 10 fall beneath the
VisilatlOns Ol thy wrath and my
life wholly become an evil and 4
bitterness aud hateful to me, to be
gladly laid down, but that con-
science, (which doth make towards
ofus all, must make us pause, aud ;;
rather bear the Ills we have than fly [
% thoss We know not off," Even on
this Saturday Night, all over this
land, even to the uttermost parts
Of the globe, and who shall say
but thatit is even to that won.
derfnl armament ablaze with
worlds, the heart Of man asks
these ever-recurring questions of
the wherefore and the why It is
that the hand Of care, of trouble,
Of bitter, crushing sorrow is press.
ed thus heavily upon them. The
Indelible heart-history written
within our own breast, tells us
how almost futile It is to preach
Of submission, resignation and
hope, when he whole being seems
fOrSaken and given over 10 destruc-
tion and despaiE But yet, we do
know that there d q truth in
such proasred eonnsels, and
though We may net eel 1t
because the ground Of our hearts
IA hardened and eaked up hB he
tfoubles and doubts, Jet could sAe
soll be meIlowed and opened to'
he beneaeent rays Of the sun 81
eod's love, then we should feel
tbe truth and consolation fsnch
exhor.atlons, end n our natufa'
there would be planted good seed,
whlch bsing watered by the hands
81 dutv sud love, would baarabpH-
-. q M sais IA earth "a d.