Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1841-07-24

mons OF Dow. Jr., preached through the columns
of the New York Sunday Mercury. The follow
ing is one OF his latest, and is given a speci-
men of the preachers quaint style. The text is
admirably chosen, We hope il will reach tho hearts
OF our delinquent Observation-Disclosures.
At the particular request of the editor of the
Railway Herald, | will preach on thi, occasion,
from the following text
If yc are honest honorable men.
Goye and-pay the printer.
My hearers-There arc many seeming tribes
in this world which you too apt TO overlook on
account OF their apparent unimportance, the neg
lect Of which has plunged thousands into the
deepest mire of misery, and sunk their characters
INTO nextrcabIe degradation. Among these os-
iensabe trifics. that of neglecting to pay ones
homes, debts is the most common, and attended
with lhe worsts of consequences. 1t takes OFF all
tho skcn furze for the fine threads of feeling
creates n sort of misan hropIc coldnesS about the
heart--skims off all the cream that may chance
to rise upon the milk of genernsity-and makes
man look as savagely upon his brother man as
does dog upon one of his specie while enga-
ged in the gratifying employment of eating his
masters dinner. One debt begets another, and |
have always observed that he who owes man
dollar is sure TO owe him also n grudge; and he
is always more read to pay compound interest
tho latter than the former. Oh, my friends
to be over head and ears in love is as bad a pre-
dicament a person ought ever to be in but to
be so deeply in debt that cannot sleep at
nights without being hauted by the ghost of some
insaiiate creditor, Is enough to give man the hy
acknowledgements him bite whe e barrow-cause
It to run mad and create general CONSERVATION
among The large posts.
MY dear friends-,he debt tina. sits heaviest in
the conscience of mortal prov ided he has one
IS the debt Of printer 1t presses harder upon
ones bosom than the nightmare-galls The soul
frets and chafes every enobling sentiment
squeezes all the juice of fraternal sympathy from
fhoh uo
roasted potato "A man who wrongs the printer
out Of a single cent can never expect TO enjoy
comfort III this world. and may we'll have doubts
OF finding happiness in any other lie will be
sure 10 60 down TO the grave ere Time shall have
bedecked his brow with the silvery blossoms of
age; and the green leaves of hope will fall before
tho first bud OF enjoyment has expanded. 1t is
true the mushrooms of peace may spring up du-
ring shor, night of forgetfulness but they will
oil wither beneath the scorching rays of remorse
How can you, my friends, ever have The wicked
ness and cruelty 10 cheat the printer. when YOU
consider how much he has DONE and is every day
doing. for you He has poured into the ,reasu-
RES oil your minds some of the most valuable
gifts that any short of God can bestow--ave
riches with which you would not part for the
possession OF the whole world and mortgage on
small corner of heaven. With the KEYS Of ma
gic, as II were he has opened The iron doors
OF the human ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS the dark
ness OF ignorance, and lit up the lamps of knowI
edge and wisdom. That mighty engine--the
Press-is surrounded by halo of glory, and its
effulgence extends all over the broad empire of
the mind. Illuminating the darkest avenues Of the
neart; and vet the printer--the man who tolls a,
the lever of the soul-enlightenng Instrument
Is often robbed of his hard earned bread by those
~hom he has delivered from men tai bondage, and
paced IN paradise to lay off and grow tat upon
'he fruits Of his abors!
on, you ungrateful sinners! if you have hearts
mo's'ened with the dews Of mercy instead Of
sl1@a''s n'isd with gravel, take heed what l say