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Literary
November 5, 1868
The Tipton Advertiser
Tipton, Cedar County, Iowa
What is this article about?
A reflective prose piece on Saturday night as the culmination of the workweek, pondering life's joys, sorrows, deaths, and losses over the past seven days. It urges workers to return home to family, cherish loved ones, and find respite from toil, emphasizing moral renewal and the transience of life.
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SATURDAY NIGHT.—In regard to Saturday night, the ending of the six days of toil, an unknown writer says:
How many a kiss has been given—how many a curse—how many a caress—how many a look of hate—how many a kind word—how many a promise has been broken—how many a heart has been wrecked—how many a soul lost—how many a loved one lowered into the narrow 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 the 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, man of business! Go home, you heart-erring wanderer! Go home to the cheer that awaits you, wronged waif on life's breakers! Go home to those you love, man of toil, and give one night to the joys and comforts fast flying by! Leave your books with complex figures—your dirty work 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 the battles of life which have furrowed the week! Draw close around the family hearth! Saturday night has awaited your coming in sadness, in tears and in silence.
Go home to those you love, and as you bask in the loved presence, and meet the loved embrace of your heart's pet, strive to be a better man, and bless God for giving his weary children so dear a stepping stone in the river of the Eternal, as Saturday night!
How many a kiss has been given—how many a curse—how many a caress—how many a look of hate—how many a kind word—how many a promise has been broken—how many a heart has been wrecked—how many a soul lost—how many a loved one lowered into the narrow 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 the 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, man of business! Go home, you heart-erring wanderer! Go home to the cheer that awaits you, wronged waif on life's breakers! Go home to those you love, man of toil, and give one night to the joys and comforts fast flying by! Leave your books with complex figures—your dirty work 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 the battles of life which have furrowed the week! Draw close around the family hearth! Saturday night has awaited your coming in sadness, in tears and in silence.
Go home to those you love, and as you bask in the loved presence, and meet the loved embrace of your heart's pet, strive to be a better man, and bless God for giving his weary children so dear a stepping stone in the river of the Eternal, as Saturday night!
What sub-type of article is it?
Essay
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Death Mortality
What keywords are associated?
Saturday Night
Family
Workweek
Mortality
Moral Reflection
Toil
Loved Ones
Transience
What entities or persons were involved?
An Unknown Writer
Literary Details
Title
Saturday Night
Author
An Unknown Writer
Subject
Reflection On The Ending Of The Workweek And Family
Key Lines
How Many A Kiss Has Been Given—How Many A Curse—How Many A Caress—How Many A Look Of Hate—How Many A Kind Word—How Many A Promise Has Been Broken—How Many A Heart Has Been Wrecked—How Many A Soul Lost—How Many A Loved One Lowered Into The Narrow 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 The 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 Those You Love, Man Of Toil, And Give One Night To The Joys And Comforts Fast Flying By!
Forget The World Of Care And The Battles Of Life Which Have Furrowed The Week! Draw Close Around The Family Hearth!
Strive To Be A Better Man, And Bless God For Giving His Weary Children So Dear A Stepping Stone In The River Of The Eternal, As Saturday Night!