Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-01-05
Our Saturday Night.
He WENT ALONE TO AWAIT HER COMM


and intent more on making their little
home happy than on living for the world,
which moves to crush, to torture, to tread
down and eat the love and beauty out OF
hearts, as droves or herds trample the
beautiful, growing flowers of the plain,
caring for nothing, only to satisfy an ap.
petite increased by tramping
| Three days since few friends sent one
of their number TO the happy home she
was helping her chosen one to make more
and more beautiful. He found her at
eventide-an hour before his coming from
a great machine.shop, where be found en-
ployment assisting others in labor. Said
the friend who entered
| "Are you very strong to-night-strong
of heart and full of hope for the future ??
"Yes-always so, for [ count on the
future to bring more happiness than the
past"
"Do you mean the future here-or the
future Over There ?"
"Both-but the future Over There will
be home indeed, and then will come our
greatest happiness. But why ask me
these questions ?"
"Wait. Can you spare your loved one
to go from you for a little while-a few
days, on mission to which he has been
called with a view to finding better
home than this where you both can be
more together than here where he is
absent from you in the shop so many
hours ?"
"Yes-yes, could, if it were best, and
if he thought he must go and would not
long be gone"
"Well-he has gone-started but a lit
| tie while since, and had no time to come
and tell you. So have come to tell you
| where he went, and what he left for you
TO do before coming to him, for he has
gone to make for you and for him beau
tiful home, for your lives have so run into
one that there should be no divisions in
the future for you"
81 do not understand you-what do you
mean ?"
"You said you were strong tonight.
Hark A knock on the door. Some friends!
Shall I admit them ?"
| Midnight, and still she wept, and
mourned, and crouched on the floor
mon lifting her eyes to the ceiling, then
i resting them on his face, then throwing
| herself in agony across his bosom, where
| once beat heart SO warm, so true, so low
| ing, so entirely her own. Indeed, had he
gone on a journey An accident to the
machinery on which he worked, and the
wondrous machinery of his life stopped
too-almost instantly. Tenderly they
| bore the former abiding-place of the spirit
to her who had so often welcomed and
| cared for it. When he went forth in the
| morning with other laborers, as we all
/ are, he was strong, and he left her strong
of heart. But when came the night her
| sunset came-her life sky was darkened,
| and she sank even more helpless than he
| who had gone, for she was in need of hu-
| man sympathy and kindness, while he
was not-for he had gone home.
The next day she mourned, and sor-
| rowed, and struggled to make her gar
ment of fortune. trimmed with agony, sit
easy to her wounded soul. but in vain.
Her life had gone-for he was her life.
Her heart had gone, for he took both
hearts to the Beyond, leaving her bur
memory to guide her here till she, too,
could go to the new home to rest forever
from life's disappnintments and ss-ist him
with the work we shall all have given u
in the industrious future.
A week to her brought changes sd and
desolating. This Saturday night she
weeps, and sobs, and mourus. for she IL
deep in the waters of loneliness. She may
wait for his coming-but he will not
come as she may for a moment expect
him. She may startle at fpotfall-hut
is not his; she may spring with open
ng eyes to meet him at the door-but he
will not be there. She may open her lips
o speak his name-to give him a pure,
owing. welcoming kiss, as erst, but all
here must go back to her heart, or be
.ent to him on the air, by those who are
always with rs, though we see them not.
X X
1t is dark, stormy night without. The
ain heats down on the grave where she
Jaw him laid. if TO go with her tears to
Ill him how he WAS loved and is mourned. |
The wind sigbs, and whistlPs in anger, as
# to mock and laugh at the heart. broken
one who last Saturday night was so
happy-so earnest in her love--so protect
ing to him in her gentle, God-iike in
fuence-so living and loving that life was
but the weaving together every thought
of two souls, here to unite and make them
one for the future. For some ore thus on
earth mated and uniting for the Labor of
the Leal.
"WM zee be Nth him Ooey There ?"
Yes, ii your lives run sweetiy and |
smoothly together here, with no lust or
lusting for others-each for the other
living. If not, your walk and your work |
will not be together Over There, for the
wedding in the Eternal is not like that of
earth, where man unites and calls it too
often the work of God. If there was be-
tween you that perfect peace and har-
mony which passeth the understanding |
of the many, then you were 80 mated
here that the one who waits Over There
will not take the spirit entirely from
earth till the one waited for comes to
make full the new lifs and new useful.
ness. And not then, till the work we
must each continue be done.
We all mourn for those who go on the
journey before us, when we have nothing
to mourn for except our loneliness. Il
will be better for us all in the new life
than this. We shall not be idlers there
The work of God is not yet accomplished
it never will be for then there could
be no Eternal Eternity.
What shall 306 do IN tie Lana Of the
Leal? Work, but to purpose more than
here, for our directions will be clearer
The Great Light in the East will shine
upon and illume our duties so we shall
see clearly. We shall have given it us
to watch over our loved ones on earth, till
by the events of nature and worldly Incl
dent we shall escape from school, and en-
ter upon our usefulness. We shall be
given various works. The instructions
we shall receive from those in advance of
US we shall give to others here.
We are of too much account to be lost
or annihilated, for glory is not in de-
struotion, but in creating and improving
And this is the Great Work of Him who
will use US as Agents more and more as
our hearts are purifed-as we grow away
from self-as we live for others--as we
lead pure lives-devoting ourself more
to the spirit than the flesh, that we may
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