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NEW ENGLAND FARMER 



Ai:Ut;ST iO, lRi7. 



SATURDAY NIGHT. 



BY A JOUKNKVMAN MECHANIC. 



Now, wife and children, lel's be gay, 

 My work is done, and liere's the pay ; 

 'Twas hard to earn, but never mind it, 

 Hope rcar'd iheslieaf, and peace shall bind i; ! 



Six days I've toilrd ; and now we meet 

 To share the welcome weekly treat 

 Of toast and tea, of rest and joy, 

 Wliich gain'd by labor, cannot cloy. 



Come yc, who form my dear fire side, 

 My care,4ay comfort and my pride: 

 Come now, and lot us close the night 

 In harmless sports and fond delight. 



To morrow's dawn brings blessed peace, 



And each domestic joy's increase. 



To him who lionestly maintains 



That course of life which Heav'n erdains I 



Of rich and poor, the difference what? 

 In working or in working not; 

 Why then on Sunday we're as great 

 As those who own some vast estate. 



For on lo-murrow's happy day 



We shall work less, perhaps, than they ; 



And, though no dainties it afford. 



What's sweet and clean, will grace our board. 



This known, for every biessing given, 

 Thankful we'll bow our knees to Heuv'n ; 

 In God's own house our voices Taise, 

 With grateful notes of prayer and praise .' 



Such duties will not interfere, 

 Nor cloud (ny brow with thought severe; 

 But still leave time enough to spend, 

 To lake a walk or see a friend. 



Sweet the serenity of heart 

 Tliat public worship does impart/ 

 And sweet the fluid, or sweet the road; 

 To hiiri whose conscience is no load/ 



Thus shall the days as God designed, 

 J -nprove my health, unbend my mind; 

 f^yiJ Moixl'iy morning, frfe from pain, 

 Cheer.'u' I'll go to work again. 



Our l'-'*^ '" '"" " lengtlien'd week',' 

 Through which, with toil for rest wo seek ; 



And be wliosn labor well is past, 



Ajoyfll'.Sa'bbath finds at last ! 



What is Life ? — There is eloquence of tlioiiglit 

 as well as of language in the following parngrapli 

 from Arnolt's Klements of rhy-^ic : 



" Tlie function hy which the animal body as- 

 sumes foreign matters from around and converts 

 tlieiii into its own snl)stanie, is little inviting in 

 some of its details ; lint taken altogellinr is one of 

 the most wonderful subjects whi.^ll can engage tlie 

 buman attention. It points directly to llie curious 

 yet unanswered ipiestion. What is life ? The 

 sUideut of nature may analyze with all his art 

 IJiose minute portions of matter called seeds, and 



wliieli lie knows to be the rudiments of future 

 creatures, and the links by which endless genera- 

 tions of living creatures hang to existence ; but 

 he cannot disentangle and display apart their mys- 

 terious life! that something under the influence 

 of \vlii(;h each little genu in due time swells out 

 to fill an invisible mould of maturity which deter- 

 mines its forms and proportions. One snch sub- 

 stance thus becomes a beantoiis rose-bush ; anoth- 

 er a noble oak ; a third an eagle; a fourth an el- 

 ephant — yea, in the same way out of the rudest 

 materials of broken seeds and roots, and leaves of 

 plants and pits of animal flesh, is built up the hu- 

 man frame itself, whether of the active male, com- 

 bining gracefulness and strength, or of the gentle 

 woman, with beauty around her as light. How 

 l)assing strange that such should be the origin of 

 the bright human eye, whose glance pierces as if 

 the invisible soul were shot with it — of the lips 

 which pour forth sweetest eloquence — of the lar- 

 ynx which by vibrating, fills the surrounding air 

 with music; and more wonderful than all, of that 

 mass shut up within the bony fortress of the skull, 

 svhose delicate texture is the abode of the soul, 

 with its reason which contemplates, and its sensi- 

 bility which delights, in these and endless other 

 n iracles of creation !" 



.^loR.NiNG. — To walk abroad among rural scen- 

 ery oil a fine sniiny morning, is to ramble in the 

 temple of the Deity, am! witness the creative firo- 

 cess ; every day, almost every hour, witnesses 

 some change ; buds, blossoms, leaves and flowers 

 are woven by unseen hands, painted by invisible 

 artists, and iierfumed from the ' vials of odors 

 sweet ' — we look on them in the morning with 

 surprise and pleasure, while the first dew and the 

 sunbeams are visit iig them. What an admirable 

 and perfect taste must He have v\'ho performs all 

 this ! There is no noise — no useless display ; the 

 Creator there teaches modesty to his creatures. 

 His goodness is also visible^the blossoms soon 

 perish, but their hue and fragrance are tlie breath- 

 ings of a benevolent mind. 



Look at the multitudes of little heaps of sand 

 that lie in your paths, and suffer your eye to rest 

 lor a moment upon the busy and apparently hap- 

 py insect that brings out his grain of sand. Notli- 

 ing seems too minute and insufficient for the Al- 

 mighty to put his hand upon and invest with fac- 

 ilities of intelligence and happiness, — Bogt. Cour. 



Social Affection. — Society has been so aptly 

 compared to a heap of embers; which when 

 separated, soon languish, darken and expire ; hut 

 if placed together, glow with a ruildy and intense 

 heat; a just emblem of the strength, happiness, 

 and the security derived from the union of man- 

 kind. The savage who never knew the blessings 

 of combination, and he who quits society from 

 apathy or misanthropic spleen, are like the sep- 

 arated embers, dark and useless : they neither 

 give nor receive heat ; neither love nor are belov- 

 ed. To what acts of heroism and virtue, in every 

 age and nation, has not the impetus of uU'ection 

 given rise ? To what gloomy misery, (les|)air, and 

 even suicide, has not the desertion led ? How of- 

 ten in the busy haunts of men, are all our noblest 

 and gentlest virtues called forth? And how in 

 the IkjSoiii of the recluse, do all the soft emotions 

 languish ami glow faint.' — .V. Y. Mirror. 



Reflection is the mother of wisdom. Every 

 real good arises from it. Nothing is truly merito- 

 rious without it. For accidents, men are neither 

 accountable nor |iraisewort(iy. A fortunate man 

 is not necessarily a wise one. Yet it often hap- 

 [>ens that fortune receives the meed that is due to 

 wisdom. A man who leflects, cannot be a villain, 

 b.'canse he would then find that his true interests 

 rest in being virtuous. — Reflection avoids .-vil and 

 provides tor the chances of accident. Indeed, a 

 man of reflection can never be unhappy, for re- 

 flection Ill-events imprudence, and places him be- 

 yond the reach of fortune. 



Any body can talk eommon sense, but few can 

 talk nonsense well. This n ay strike the reader 

 as a singular remark, but let us examine it. Com- 

 mon sense conversation on common sense matters, 

 is the gift of every body, with any intellect at nil 

 — of any man, not an idiot, or not insane. Every 

 body is ever talking common sense, and so it be- 

 comes familiar, just as everybody can talk of re- 

 ligion and politics, who can talk nothing else. Kut 

 skilful, graceful nonsense, demands education, 

 wit and wisdom. How few can trifle gracefully ! 



An Intolerable Nuisance. — A man in creak- 

 ing boots, who moves about in a slow stately and 

 solemn manner — whether in a dwelling house, a 

 hall ofjustice, a lecturing room or a church. 



Thomas Wilson, Bishop of the Isle of iMan 

 from 1689 to 1755, Tvas a particularly benevolent 

 man. To supply the poor with clothing, he kept 

 in constant employment at his own house, several 

 tailors and shoemakers. 



On one occasion, in giving orders to one of his 

 tailors to make him a cloak, he directed lliat it 

 should be very plain, having simply a button and 

 a loop to keep it together. "Uutj my Lord," said 

 the tailor, " what would become of the poor but- 

 ton makers and their families, if every one thought 

 in that way.' They would be starved outright." 

 "Do you say so, John.'" replied the Bishop, 

 "why then button it all over, John." 



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