The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1877-10-25
Saturday Night.
One by one the days 60 out. Sat

Sotuiuoy "H"
One by one the days 60 out. Sat-
urday night comes.
One by one the hopes 60 out
Eternity comes. Like hail stones,
the days drop from the clouds Of
time, to fall cold and dreary into
the fathomless past. Each day is
life-is history. The hopes Of
the morning are tears by night
the air castles OF Monday are the
graves Of Saturday night, alas to oft.
God gives us sun, life, rain, health,
friends and that which is more bless
ed than all, golden Hope. All the
rest desert us, but Hope, twin sis
ter OF I'm mortality, is ours through
the woek-into and beyond Satur-
day night-into the graves to bear
us dry and happy through the Sty-
gian food aud on to God. Blessed
be hope, and blessed be the nights
which call US to kneel at her alter.
Changes have come during the
interim between this and last Sat
urday night. Many mound in the
churchyard or cemetery marks
Gods bruises on the desolate hu
man heart. NJ any heart joy has
been dipped in sadness. Many q
dress which one week since was
white is now the dc epest mourning.
Some mourn. Some wear mourning
while the heart rejoices. Some
there arc whose b carts are darker
than tho grave for the lamp Of love
is broken and the Joy OF years has
gone homo. Scarlet buds and SOM
bro blossoms. Such is life,
Who OF us all is nearer Heaven
than one week since 7 Who OF US
have laid up treasures above I Who
of us have mellowed the earth in
which all must rest ? The account
is either for or against us ! We oil
thought aud vowed one week since
to do right, but alas for temptation
All Of us have argued With the SUBJ
til ereasoner- Of us have como of
victorious. Prayers have been ut.
tered since last Saturday night.
Curses have been invoked. Tho rec
ord has been perfectly kept, and
some day twill be opened to our
eyes. Let us rest from labor and
renew our VOWS. BY the family
fireside-by tho family alter--by
the cot and the couch there is much
to do this night. Look back down
the dark lane. See what q wreck
is there strewn. Hopes which have
died. Promises badly broken. Good
intentions and noble resolutions lie
bleeding and turn as far back as the
eye can reach. Hard words lie
where soft ones would have been
better. There are disappointments
and betrayals, bitter words and
wicked acts strewn thick over the
ground d. Ruins-ruins- ruins !
Here and there q fragrant flower
lifts its silent voice aud rears its
pearly leaf to gladden. the debris
around. Here and there blossom
Here and there, but tow far spar,
can be seen the beautiful in strange
contrast to the ruins and wrecks
Life is o dark lane. Would to God
there were more flowers and fewer
ruins Would there were more
loves and fewer hates. More white
and less red.
How the changes com over us
What gave Joy is now pile Of ash
es Tho lips We loved to kiss g
week since, now have no nectar
The hand which once thrilled in
rapture at the slight touch of love
now forgets to answer back The
eye has grown cold or worse thar
indifferent Who is to blame
Some one. Aud why None bu
God can tell truly 4! AS the sur
goes down and the Sabbath rises
let us strive against Mother clasT
still closer 10 your heart the pledg,
you now caress, for God may want
il back before another Saturday
night is yours. The pet YOU kissed
and caressed one week ago, has been
.akeu away-who will go next Dea
gently with those who have erred.
Heaven is iorgiving. God is love
Strive to be happy. Let kind words,
good wishes and liberality OF senti'
ment, expand all our hearts this
night. for they are blessed influences
none too plenty.
i II you have friend draw hin
closer to your heart. II you have 4
life in your keeping, do by it rs you
would DO done by. Pause ere you
do evil, Think Of the reward ther,
is for those who resist temptation
for those who love. Look back
Listen A little prattling voice
now stilled in death "a mother
gentle tones, perhaps we'll nigh for
gotten IA sisters plainuve eye i
calling you to happiness Lool
over the past-the blessed memories
the mementoes Of tho heart -and
tell us IL You aro not glad that Hea'
ven is nearer by ono more Saturday
Night