The weekly Louisianian., 1874-05-09

II ,Ehrr on1ers. rII1os-t7'H ,-~.''.n -
rhs business Of the convention being
an;sh.d NJ, sHHoTa&a moved y 'a aej9q4a
sine die. :CarriedearI >~-1 tta:
-. .f"rst
REST AND EH Fl!1l.R 4 aQ O.. z
r..a-...~--:tt tr,.:@..t BIZ
Aao.Aeari. ~, ateAtt: has,p !e!ls $iin 7 .!!tls.,
gulf etbygone dayb'"c1ta!ellaeaad
it, eares, its pleasures l and its sor-
rows at1 over, and ta1e'quist, peace,
:hll Sunday is with nsaaaaih ht:: RYst !:
!aom'lsbor, from the turmoil and d
:sn1 ,;ia, q the every day lite are e
subscribed. The weeks business IA
done How busy all have >beenf
What rush, and thought and toll
What buying .spd. se1lipg1 What
weighing OF. protests, whether to
hold this or make haste to get rid:
Of thatl What scanning OF. tele-
grams and studying; Of: pricesl PA, BhAtt
sunday ..hasxcome,.and4hese is rest
70. the wearied hands and the wor-
RED mind. What was allths hustle y .
Of the week, and many other weeks
before it about? What great tliings
has been accomplished by all the
eommotion, hurrying and writing,
telegraphing, the clash Of drays,
The mad plash OF paddle-wheels. and
the screeching plunge Of locomo-
t;vesP Some have gained and some
lost-some IRE rejoicing some Ia
.penting-but what is the grand
upshot Of it all? What is added to
the worlds history2 and what: to
mans w,elfare1 What melted oil
the mad hurry and hurly.burly Of!
the week?
The coral insect labors for genera
tons, moro than man can count, to
raise q reef far away in the wide
seas. When the work. is. done,
where are the builders? How are
they advantaged because o rock
stands for the waves to buffet, where
there was none. before?'' Is mans
work like the insects? Does he
accomplish results which are to him
as a little cloud that hides the sun
Tor q moment, then passes away as
u it had never been? What is the
end, the result, the grand compile
ton Of all this uproaF: and toll?
When comes the time the~tired sotl
can say-it is accomplished, now I
can enjoy the fruit of my labor
Enjoy! the labor cnded-ifi it could
reach an end, an aim, an object
where is the laborer! Six feet. Of
earth standing a little higher than
before, and eternal silence is all the
seplyl But it is Sunday, and there
Is rest for a day. The weary horse
rests in his s+able-the tired laborer
rests in his hut-the tagged mer-
chant rests. in his parlor.
And now another side Of life
comes into view. For the six days
~h'rl and ceaseless effort no one
man can explain a final result Ia
bored for and enjoyed. Those who
end where they began, pine in dis
appointment; those who build up
fortunes die, and others .d;ssipate
ue'r wealth. But along with this
n'e,s toll has run another LIES pros
pect-for man has two lives-the
pass'ng moments Of a few years,
and the eternal now, which has
.fesdy begun, but will never end.
and that is the other scene on
winch the Sunday existence gazes
WITH thoughtful eye. Something
uas to-day to be done that has IN
an-that is big with results loftier
saan the mountains, more enduring
.aaa the stars. A new world has
20 % entered-a new and endless
u's n7ed, and Sunday is rest from
.oe one world, that the interests of
Tue othef may have their share of
.nooght and attention. Here is to
~ Quilt up all that man can have
|us' u solid, enduring and satisfy