Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-05-18
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
Wait for the Morrow.

OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
Wait for the Morrow.
A quaint old farmhouse in the coun
tryl
A woman always borrowing trouble
What life for husband-to live under
such incessant frel
But let us tell of it tonight while the
rain beats, the winds howl and darkness:
seems actually packed all about the house
outside, aud the blasts whistle and scream
as if mad to think their makeup OF
storm spirits REVEALING without cannot
disturb the quietness within.
Something tonight called to mind the
old farmhouse and the ones who lived
therein. Years ago we knew its inmates
as to-day we know them and think OF
them full oft. A comfortable home. The
floors were scrubbed till it seemed at
times as though the good housewife
wanted to work her way through to the
cellar at the risk of life The clean cup
board-the well-ordered butteIy-the eel
lar always just SO nice, told the life of her
who was the spirit of neatness these home
premises to aaorn.
One thing only to mar the picture.
Ever in worry about something. Never
trying to throw care to the winds, but to
spread nets to catch trouble.
Thus ran the continual daily fretting
of the good dame
Il ought to have been up half an hour
earlier There is no use in going to the
post-ofice, there will be nothing therei I
know that calico will fade-know it just
as we'll We won't get half so much for
our butter this year as last l know the
garden seeds are poer-no earthly use to
plant them, but you can try it When
we sell that veal know we shall wish
we had kept it, or somebody will get it
who never will pay for it No use to
plant corn when the crows and black
birds will be sure to pull it up! just
know the men folks won't be here to din
ner on time, so I've got to worry all the
forenoon about it What is the use of
working when you never will get your
pay? Oh yes-its's pleasant this morn
ing, but I knop it will rain to-day, so l
can't go out! know those eggs will not
more than half of them hatch, and if
they do, the chickens won't ivei TN
just discouraged, there now! I know
some of us will be sick Christmas 80 we
can't 60 visiting!
So it went and thus it ran day after
day, week after week always in a fret,
nervous, worried, ever borrowing
trouble, wearing out of nerves, health,
BODY, life even, anticipating nine
troubles where but one actually came.
Such a thing as rest in that house we
never knew. Always at work-always
finding fault-always on nettles, in doubt
and trouble, anticipating trouble till,
when it came, the one who had 80 long
looked therefor had no strength to bear it.
none other than wasted energies with
which to give battle.
Perhaps you, good readers, do fret,
worry, and borrow trouble. This is not
the best way. Nine-tenths of all our
trouble ia only in imagination or antici-
patton. The one who has the least trouble
ia the one who does the least to invite it
to rest and be a guest where it has no
business.
MANY a woman is ruined In health
from continual fretting and worriment,
till her nervous system becomes ipfamed,
shattered over acute, and then exhausted,
to the loss of vital energy and consequent
comes the trouble of the hour or the day
which 80 often pass by with the wind,
never more to return. Many hard
working, earnest wife has driven from
her home, her arms, her shelter and from
her love, an earnest husband, who could
not forever sit to rest in the continued
rain or drizzle of fret.
The best way is to expect each our
share. This we all have. Fretting, wor-
rying or continual talk of evils anticipat-
ed, unfit us to enjoy the present, and
make our life one series of disappoint-
ments, or disappointment itself Say
that it will rain the morrow! Will fret
ting about it change the current Of
clouds, or retard the torrents of falling
water? Why sit in sadness, cleaning
over the future till the mind is 30 racked
and ter siened that the weary worrier
lives not in the memories of the past, or
the joys of the present, hut in that life
blighting agony which follows the con-
tinued effort to hang existence on the
barbe hooks of the future2
We know many good men and women |
who mean we'll, but who torture them
selves and others every day and hour by
If trouble comes, meet it bravely, and
nine times out of ten it will leave you
master Of the field. If it does not come, |
the hours for fretting for fear it might
will be in vain, except to the wearing |
away of life, hope, energy and nervous
endurance.
Days will come and go. The sun, the
wind, the rain, the frost will come at the
appointed time. He or she who frsts not
at their coming will be the happiest, most
enjoy life and accomplish the most for
himself and others.
Do the best you can-God Himself
never did more! Endure bravely, and
the pain of body or mind is half subdued.
Parents worry and borrow trouble, and
teach this to their children IS manhood.
Thousands of little troubles we are ever
telling others, do no good in their recital
Or gloomy coloring, bat serve instead to
fret and annoy others lead others to |
dread our speech or society, as one does
not like to be made into a back yard into
which mental, morbid slops of fretfulness
are thrown on every occasion.
1t is the duty of those who live to do all
they can to make life pleasant and make
others happy more than miserable. It is
the especial duty of all who have homes
to NIL them more with sunshine than shad-
ows, that home may be place of rest
an ever-longed-for place where the mind
and body alike can find repose.
Thousands of parents drive their chill.
lren to spend their evening hours else.
where than at home by continual frettine
and piling up trouble for the morrow.
Thousands of letters are written fnll of
recitals Of troubles got safely over, or Ct
troubles anticipated, the reading of which
makes one blue and gloomy for hours and
days when no relief can be- rendered.