Saturday Night -How many a kiss has been given - how many a curse of hate - how many a hind word- how many a heart wrecked- how many a son! Lost - how many a loved one lowered into the narrowed chamber - how many a babe has gone from earth to heaven - how many a little crib or cradle stands silent now which last Saturday night held the rarest of all treasures of the heart!
A week is a life. A week is a history. A week marks events of sorrow or gladness, which people never heard. Go home to your family, men of business! Go home to your heart erring wanderer! Go home to the cheer that awaits you, wronged wait on life’s breakers! Go home o those you love, man of toil and give one night to the comforts fast flying by! Leave your books with complex figures—your dirty shop-your busy store! Rest with those you love; for God only knows what the next Saturday night will bring you! Forget the world of care and battles with life which have furrowed the week! Draw close around the family hearth! Saturday night has awaited your coming, in sadness, in tears and silence. Go home to those you love, and as you bask in the loved presence, and meet to return the loved embrace of your heart’s pets strive to be a better man and bless God for giving his weary children so dear a stepping stone in the river to the eternal as Saturday night.
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Media: Newspaper article, glued to page 8 of the Ledger of Captain W. B.
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