Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1870-07-13
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.

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This is Lutte Taylor in one of his
dreamy moods, when the kcener ar.
rows of thought are returned to the
quiver, and the bow of the Mind is un-
strung for brief season of rest;
The moments, hours, day IS of a week,
have been gathered into a sheaf by the
harvest-hands of Time, and tonight
they will be bound up and stored in
the granary of the past Fiity-two
sheaves like this, will SOW the field of
year from the field of Life.
Well be it for us, in sowing the mo-
ments that grow into weeks, we have
selected ground in the vineyard, and
tended with careful hands, the bud
ding and growing of these precious
plants, that the harvest may be a
golden one for the Great Reaper, who
waits for the appointed time.
VIII il be tonight, or to morrow,
that the sound of the sickle may be
heard
The hours have come and gone, and
the gentle tide Of sleep begins to flow
upon the city, and ere long, the CRATE.
ful tomorrow" will rest upon the
slumberers who have a place to lay
their heads.
Could we look up to the great mul-
titude of Gods family in this act what
picture would rise before us; the
curly head OF youth just touching the
silver locks of age the rosy cheeks
of infancy pilowed on the breast of
maternity; the hard face of Want
resting on the calIoused hand of Toll
the hand of the rich reposing on down.
the head of the poor and homeless,
with not even stone TO offer for a
couch. And this is the world of
Saturday night.
While the hours are wearing away,
the thoughts and fancies of years arc
gathering, and passing like panora-
ma before our vision; and the shad.
owy forms Of bygone scenes crowd
upon the canvas, and Gil our Sanctum
with imagery, and our hearts with
strange emotions.
From without, come in imagina-
ton, the means and cries of suffering,
that swell up to Heaven on every side
and while VIC sit under the gas light, |
our hearts 60 out into the great world .
to all who live in the shade of life,
and we pray God speed the time
when they may come out into the
sunny paths.
Who Of Gods creatures are on the
best side Of life this Saturday night.
Few who started in tho great race,
filed with hope and youth, in the
green spring time of boyhood, have
come thus far unscathed. Pitfalls of
temptation have been set for their
feet, and they fell snares have en-
trapped them, and they became con.
verts to error but still the race goes
on. And here we are on tho troubled
stream of life, drifting between the
To-day and Yesterday while be.
fore us-the only reality we can grasp
stands the Present just ready to drop
into the Past
Without, all is hushed save the gen.
tie rustling of the wind, that brings
the summer in its trailing robes; or
the lonely footballs, sounding on the
pavemonts below.
Silence in the streets that yester-
day gave such tokens Of life. Silence
in the darkcncd dwelling, with only
here and there dmly burning lamp
TO guide the prodlgal 10 his home. 81.
lence in the newspaper Office, whore
the Saturday night is sinking down
into the Sabbath on weary hands and
heads. Silence for the persistence
for the clicking types, and the dim of
machinery. Silence in the hearts of |
those who sleep, TO dream, perchancc !
of shining rivers and singing birds $
Silence in the chamber, where the [
mysterious messenger is passing the {
guard OF prayerful friends and watch c
crs, to lay his icy hands upon the S
form Of some loved one. Silence in {
the shops and stores, where the week.
day traffic has been carried on. 81.
lonoo in the churches until the Sab.
bath morn wakes the bellies and calls
to prayer the weary laden. Silence
along the busy walks Of daily life
Silence on fields, and hill and wooded
ridge, Silence on the dark river.
that glides beneath its icy cover to
the sea. a
Silence in the resting place Of those o
who have been called from among us b
and now lie where the cold dews S
gather on stone and shrubs. Silence
everywhere-and as we look from f,
our window out into the night, Gods i
jewels-the stars are silently shin /
ing down and the same law that
holds them in the blue above, teaches (
us that the Great Ruler Of the Uni.
verse cares for all His children this \
Saturday Night.