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§!jc §nmtet Republican.
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
Neglecting the Garden.
Pomeroy’s Great West.
To-night we sit in the Home Corner
to rest. The week has passed on as
the net of an ocean fisherman sweeps
the sea, taking with it whatever it
caoglit of good, bad or indifferent, to
land what it gathered on the shores
whose beach is beyond the Great Di
vide. With the week have gone thou
sands who have graduated from the
school of earth life and who have gone
on to work out their degrees.
Sitting here in the clean, mellow at
mosphere of home; w r ith the fire burn
ing cheerily in the grate—with a feeling
that not a living person has been
wronged by us in word, thought or
deed since the week began to open as
does some beautiful flower, we listen
to the murmurof the winds without and
thank God for a home. For a place of
rest. For a place where the soul can
expand and con its experiences; the
heart boat serenely and the brain mark
out the lines for the battles of the com
ing week, or the plans whereby the
walls of the temple are lifted higher and
opportunities fo>- growth can be marked
out and improved.
If God could and would answer our
prayer this night, the prayer would be
that every one of the children of earth
were the owner of a home. That there
were no such things as rented houses.
That each man, woman and child could
haye a sweet, clean, beautiful, well or
dered and attractively furnished home,
free from debt and filled with millions
of evidences of the results of skilled
labor. That all who struggle to bene
fit others and to carry on great enter
prises were with their undertakings out
of debt and at rest, so that the coming
week each man might take hold anew
of the great work of helping God to
create beautiful things, with none to
molest, to rob, or to acquire by trickery
what honesty acquires by labor. But
this cannot be in this life. The life
Over There yields such fruit and gives
such rewards to those who deserve well
in its ripening. The life here is a sort
of trial trip wherein humanity is tested.
A school wherein wo take up experi
ences and profit our heart, soul, life by’
them, or drop them to no avail as chil
dren drop expensive playthings.
Near our house is a little enclosure
of ground. Three years ago it was a
neat, profitable garden. The owner
touched it usefully with a hoe. With
it he cut out the weeds with quick,
Bharp strokes as the pen of honesty
strikes into viciousness, and then with
the same tool he carefully laid the rich
earth to the stem of the growing plant
so that it was helped and sustained in
its growth. When came the autumn
not a weed was to he seen in that en
closure or garden. The man had rea
son to be proud of his work. Those
who passed did speak approvingly.
The example of neatness was taken in
by many a farmer and home owner who
passed this way, and though they took
the example without leave, no one was
robbed. The owner of the garden
made handsome profit out of his hand
some work.
Due day he was called away to a
greater field. A man who had seen his
work came for him. The gardener did
not have to go out begging for a situa
tion once that he proved his talent and
integrity. Lamps that are burning
are always the ones first sought for
when lamps are needed.
The little garden was left to the care
of another who was too busy to give it
attention. He had too many dirty
stories to tell to dirty-minded men.
He had too many drinking places to
visit, as into spittoons he threw his life
away as slops. He had too many lazy,
drinking companions to treat and to
help along on the broadest road there is
to ruin—a road so broad that all the
churches in the world cannot or do not
stand in line across it as a gate to keep
men and boys from running to their
ruin, that is, to the emasculation of the
glorious attributes of humanity that are
to be builded up or to be let down to
shreds knotted with dissipations.
This year the beautiful garden spot
of three years ago is a patch of weeds.
They have met in convention there and
will not adjourn of their own.accord.
Weeds never do. No more will bad
habits leave till they are driven out.
The weeds have growed apace all sum
mer and have ripened under the sum
mer sun. To-night as we came home,
the wind was shaking them and carry
ing their seeds over the fences and into
other gardens. Thus will come more
work next season for others. More
work for those who suffer from the neg
lect of those who run to weeds. More
work for those whose beautiful'gardens
are so unfortunate as to have a weed
patch, aTireeder of nuisances in the cen
ter of what would, but for the patch of
weeds, be a charming place.
Children are like gardens. Men and
women are like gardens. They run to
weeds if not continually cared for. Then
the seeds they ripen are sown broadcast
over the neighbor’s road. They sprout
up more by steps and doors and under
the windows of churches, than most
people think for. It will do not to
stand a hoe in a garden and leave it
there unused, any more than it will an
swer to profess religion and not keep it
constantly in hand, in daily walk and
conversation. Not to cut up flowers,
nor to kill out good, natural fruits, but
to cut out weeds, and to bank up
around all plants that are good, or that
contain the essence of goodness.
How much easier to keep out of the
mud than to cleanse our garments. To
keep out of places of dissipation than
to recover from the effects thereof. To
go around a seductive danger than to
break our necks trying to get out its
embrance. To keep weeds out of our
gardens, and bad thoughts out of our
mind, than to eradicate them once they
are there. To care for our children.
To teach them to respect us because of
our good qualities and examples, than
to win back the respect they lose for
drunken fathers and gossip-loving
mothers. How much better to well do
that which is done, than to neglect our
duty and to let our lives run to weeds,
as are the minds of millions who have
no homes, no places of rest, no perfect
faith in the future, no dread of the mor
row, be it in life or in what men term
death.
We shall try to keep our garden
clean. Not only to lessen our own
work, but that of our neighbors. We
shall try all the coming week to speak
none other than kind words. To not
let any brief authority we may pos
sess lead us into acts or expressions
peculiar to the weak who are for a
moment in power. Will try to set
none but good examples. To bear our
part well, and to do our work patient
ly, that it may not wear us too rapidly
away. Will try to make all the sun
shine, to cut out all the weeds, to
plant all the good seeds we can, as
every good act we perform to man or
beast in this life will prove a delicious
flower or fruit for us when we shall
follow the sun over the Divide, and
away from all clouds, as it went drag
ging the week a few hours ago this
restful, welcomed Saturday Night.—
“Brick” Pomerov.
After the weary years of strife.
By sorrow crowned, hy care oppressed,
We reach the Saturday of life,
The eve of our long rest.
There are no curfew bells to toll the
knell of parting day, in this unromantic
age of the world, but when the town
clock stiikes the hour of li on a Satur
day evening, I think it must sound like
a curfew to the soul of the working
world, to the men who throw down
hammer and pick and all the wearisome
implements of toil and turn tlxeir faces
homeward, free, free, for a long sweet
morrow of rest—not the inertia of
repose, but the care free blessedness of
the woods and fields and even the city
streets.
Look at the faces of the crowds who
are surging through the streets up to
midnight of a Saturday night, the
happy, world-fiee faces looking out
curiously for amusement —families
united that have been separated all the
week by the necessity of daily labor for
daily bread—children clinging to the
toil worn hands of parents, who are
strangers to them at all other times,
too weary on other nights to enter into
their plays or take them out for that
happy walk which always ends the
week.
There is a legend told of Boston fa
thers that they were so absorbed in
business that they did not see enough
of their own families to recognize them
on sight, so the patient wives devised
the pot of beans for Saturday night’s
supper, t i which the children remains!
up, and the father thus made their
acquaintance.
Saturday night may bring its cares,
too, but they are hardly discernible
from joys. In homes where the clean
clothes for the morrow arc laid out, the
mother has a few more steps to take,
but there- is a consecration in her labor
of love that repays her in full measure,
pressed down and running over. This
is the psalm of praise! The morrow
will give a benison on her work, for
she has ministered to the needs of the
least, and in the shadow of grimed
arches and stained glass she can sing:
“Sleep, sleep to-day tormenting caves
Of earth and folly borne.”
In the old Puritan days the Sabbath
began on Saturday night with the
going down of the sun. The mother
put her work basket aside, the good
man unharnessed the cattle from the
plow, the peace of the coming day
settled upon them with the evening
shadows; but I doubt not they discuss
ed polities and crops, and the scant,
rare news from the Old World, and
read the one weekly paper, worldly
deeds that were not admissible on the
Sundays of that period, when a rain of
manna would not have excited the
wonder a telegraphic wire would have
caused. “Mind, he good o’ Sunday”
was a law, and it was not mere eye
service either; it was not a Puritan
mother who told her little boy if he
wanted to play marbles on Sunday he
must go into the back yard. “Butisn’t
it Sunday in the back yard, too,
mama?” asked the little fellow.
But this is Saturday; it is the pre
lude to that day of which George
Herbert wrote:
“The Sundays of man’s life,
Threaded together on Time’s string,
Make bracelets to adorn the wife
Of the eternal glorious King.”
Something of the day’s peace and
rest is forecast in the dropping off of
heavy burdens, the loosening of bands
of toil, the falling backward a little in
the march of life; some have gone lit me
since last Saturday night; we have
heard for them the turning of
“That slow door,
That opening, letting, lets out no more.”
The Saturday night of life has dawn
ed into the sunrise of that land where
Sabbaths have no end, where the in
habitants shall no moro say, “I am
tired!” Are they now satisfied who
have laid by the small and sordid cares
of this life, which occupied so much of
their time, to sit down forever with
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob in the
Kingdom of the Father?
“If I should die to-night
Ere the rise of another sun,
With so many tilings unfinished
And so many things just begun,
I wonder if I could say: ’O
Father, thy will he done.’”
“Oh,” sigh the tired men of business,
“it is Saturday night; turn the keys
on invoices and ledgers;” “Oh ,” erv
the weary clerks, “to-morrow is Sun
day, I can rest;” “Call the children
in,” says the weary mother, they must
all be washed to-night.” Ah! one is
missing; the Sheppard is carrying that
lamb in His bosom; he is safe in the
fold above. It was wise in the Puri
tans to begin their Sunday at the
proceeding sunset—it ought to be
wicked to enter into any sordid or
speculative work while wo are cross
ing the royal arch of peace which like
the rainbow connects two horizons,
the world of toil, and the world of
rest.—AVee Qress.
Dr. Eldridge/s Drug Store.
LIGHT. LIGHT.
LIGHT!
LIGHT. LIGHT.
Lamps in all Varieties.
HALL LAMPS !
STORE LAMPS !
LANTERNS!
Etc.. Etc.
NON-EXPLOSIVE
KEROSENE OIL.
DRUGS AND
MEDICINES
Of All Kinds and Sorts !
Amehicus, Ga., Sept. 9, 1882.
Dr. Eldridge’s Drugstore.
L. B. BOSWORTH. B. F. JOSSEY
BOSWORTH & JOSSEY,
WHOLESALE AND RETAIL
©m© CKBZEUB,
Forsyth Street, Americas, 6a.
NOW IN STOCK AND TO ARBIVE,
1 Car Bulk Sides, 200 Bbls. Flour,
Comprising the following Brands: “GLORY OF THE WORLD PATENT,”
“OUR PATENT,” “BELLE OF SUMTER”—Extra Family—
“XXX,” —Family. These brands are our private marks
and we shall see to it that the goods under these
names shall be standard. Our “Glory of
the World” is perfection in Flour.
One Car Liverpool Salt, 10,000 Yards Bagging,
500 Bundles Cotton Ties,
SALMON, SARDINES, OYSTERS, and CANNED MACKEREL—SOCase
Lots each. 100 CASES BALL POTASH, 50 CASES SODA, 500 Lbs.
MACCABOY SNUFF—Jars and Tins, GILT EDGE CREAMERY
BUTTER always on hand, 50 BUCKETS PURE STICK
CANDY, 500 lbs FANCY CANDY, 150 BOXES CRACK
ERS as low to Merchants as they can buy at Bakeries,
300 Packages AUGUST CATCH MACKEREL.
(There is greater chance for swindles in Fish than any other article of merchandise
sold. Don’t be deceived hy low prices and buy a lot of worthless Fisii that, perhaps, have
been re-packed or caught in May and June. Our third purchase is just coming in and we
guarantee quality and weight.)
MACARONI, COX’S GELATINE, CROSSE & BLACKWELL’S PICK
LES AND CHOW CHOW, MACKEREL IN TOMATO SAUCE,
OKRA AND TOMATOES and everything in the
I’MCY GROCERY LINE S
OAT MEAL, WHEATEN GRITS AND GRAHAM FLOUR, 25 BAGS
RIO COFFEE, 25 BAGS COSTA RICA, Ordinary to Choice, finest
flavored in the world, strong and rich. BREAKFAST COCO, a
splendid drink for persons of a nervous temperament, and most
palatable to all. ARBUCKLE’S ARIOSA COFFEE,
ROASTED AND THE“CONEPONA”BRAND OF
ROASTED COFFEE, COMPOSED OF COSTA
RICA, MIRACAIBO AND JAVA.
XaiCLTiors £Ln.cX Cigars I
We shall continue to keep the best Liquors in the market, along with
BUDWEISER BEER ON ICE, MARTELL’S BRANDY WILL BE ON
OUR SHELVES AT ALL TIMES. WE DEFY COMPETITION IN
CIGARS. “FLEMING’S DARK HORSE” IS THE BEST
NICIvLE CIGAR ever offered to Americus smokers.
WE ARE AGENTS FOR THE
II A 25 Al rm PO W DEH c o m p akty
and can furnish any sort of Powder, Blasting, FFFG, Duck and the course brands of sli
gun Powder. We are also Agents of the Repanno Chemical Works, and shall have o
hand a good lot of Fuse Caps and Dynamite Cartridges for blasting stumps. Every farm
er can rid his lands of all stumps at a nominal cost and with perfect safety.
We shall in the season now upon us keep a heavy line of Groceries and
COUNTRY MERCHANTS
will lie as well taken care of by us as any one in the trade. We shall continue to duplicate
any bill bought of Atlanta or Macon Jobbers.
BOSWORTH & JOSSEY,
FORSYTH ST., - - - AMERICUS, CA.
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SEVEN DEPARTMENTS
Davis & Callaway,
AMERICUS, GA.
| Dry Goods,
2 Clothing,
Q Boots and Shoes,
Q Hats,
Q Carpets,
6 Sewing-
Machines,
Trunks, &c.
Araerieus, Ga., September 13, 1882. tf
PROCLAMATION No. 1!
JOHN R. SHAW,
Forsyth Street, - - Americus, Ga.,
ISSUES THIS, HIS
Fall Proclamation!
Hereby Inviting Everybody, and more Particularly
the Ladies, to call and see his
GRAND DISPLAY OF NEW GOODS!!
Which have recently been added to his Stock,
WITH A LARGE LOT OH THE WAY!
WHICH, WHEN RECiEVED, WILL MAKE HIS
Slid liiiii, sit!
Styles IlMpi,
Qnality Isipei,
Prices Ilpcetatei, ail
Met! UiiMei!
Call at once and oblige yours truly,
JOHN R. SHAW,
DEALER IN
DRY GOODS AND NOTIONS,
IFetrLcy Gxoods,
Boots, Shoes, Hats, Caps, Umbrellas,
CLOTHING !
LADIES CLOAKS,
Bedsteads and Chairs, Roll Plate Jewelry,
Tutt’s Lher Pii's. Etc., Etc.,
FORSYTH STREET, AMERICUS. GA.
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