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138 HUTCHINGS’ CALIFORNIA MAGAZIN
Our Social Ohuir,
EAR, kind, social-hearted reader, we
; know you haye felt, with us, what
a blessing, beyond all price, it is to
have Sunday, a day of rest and peace, apart
from the religious veneration and obseryance of the day that many accord to it.
You look upon it as a time when the ledger and cash-book are locked up and forgotten; when the axe, pick-axe, chisel,
and jack-plane, are all laid aside; and
when every sign of the employments by
which a living is earned, are shut out from
the mind’s eye; and, when Saturday night
comes, you say, ‘Thank God, this week’s
work is at an end, and to-morrow is Sunday.” Blessed day.
Next to this, in its elevating and refining
tendencies, is the Social Circle, where the
day’s fatigues or anxieties are forgotten;
where life’s energies are recuperated ; its
cares receivea balm, andits disappointments
find an antidote. Then again, how pleasant it is, in such a circle, to find a little
nest of social hearts, whose sympathies
beat in unison with your own; and whose
social and socializing (if we may coin a
word) influences ‘make you feel that you
are perfectly at home.
It is thus we wish our friends to feel
around our Social Chair; and where, although we cannot meet in person, each one
may in spirit, to receive and give their little mite, or large donation, of such social
pleasures as may make the giver and receiver the better for the meeting. All,
with social natures, are welcome to a seat.
Last month we gave some correspondence, brief—and social, too—from several
Chairs, and the Camp-Stool. Since then,
the following has been received from a
Teacher's Chair, at Sacramento, and which
will prove the truth of our assertion, that
although “contentment is great gain,” (for
thus the Scripture teacheth), so few, in
this, have found ‘good diggings,’ but are
still out on a ‘prospecting trip’ for some
snug seat, in hopes to strike a lead of happy ease. But to the epistle:
BELOVED Socra, CHarr :—
It is with tottering steps and a very
rickety constitution that I present my
claims to the notice of my better-to-do
sisterhood, who so enlivened the “ gossip
with correspondents” in your last number.
I am arelic of the feudal ages; you would
know that, without being told, could you
witness the difficulty I sometimes have in
maintaining an upright position in the
world, and the weakened understanding
with which I bear up under a weight of
grievances that ought not to oppress an
old chair like me. Then my arms are both
out of joint, and my right side all stove in
from the hard knocks I have received from
the various} “rulers” in this nominally
Christian republic; who inflict upon my
ribs blows that should descend upon those
of the incarnate rebels over whom they
make a show of presiding.
Of my ancestry it becomes not an old
chair, now in its dotage, to speak. That
Tam of ancient lineage no one can doubt,
or question my right to a heritage as noble
ag any chair in Christendom; for my whole
exterior is “elaborately carved,” (with
pen-knife sketches,) and emblazoned with
heraldic devices, (done in ink) ; a coat-ofarms more significant of deeds of chivalry
than any other chair can boast. My life
has been-spent in the service of the public
—I belong to everybody, and yet to nobody
in particular.
I have endeavored to sustain a character
unblemished, kind and considerate; but,
(and I blush to say it,) I have not always
done it. We all have our failings, but that
of ingratitude is not in my nature. Those
whom I have known longest—who have
leaned upon me the heaviest—whom I
have supported amidst the darkest hours
their hearts have ever known—are the first
to forget their old and tried friend; or, if