The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1865-11-30

TOMORROW.

PHILosePHKRs and ssges tell US "te-
morrow never comes" II is pity it
does not. Will not the next man that
makes an almanac just put few to NOR
rows in? l am sure they would be in
great demand. How many little things
would be attended to; how many broken
promises fulfilled; how many fainting
resolves revived; how many bright
dreams realized, how many air castles
occupied how many sins fersaken; how
much reformation wrought Ring the
bells. light all the bonfires, when the
new holiday arrives, Thanksgiving and
New Years hide their deminished heads
before the new rival. All hail the wei
come wished for, gilded, and the bur
dened tomorrow Do not the pro
crastinators hear it groaning beneath the
weight of heavy burdens? That must
be the reason it never comes. II can not
possibly move along, it has so much to
carry There are not baggage trains
enough to carry all the baggage. But
then it is coming O, yes, thousands
know that, despite the wise. To. the
young it is grub wrapped in shroud,
and eagerly they look to see the covering
burst and the transformed creature
stand revealed in all the glory of mar.
velous perfection and peerless beauty.
Youth is the prince of to-morrows lie
has no past and little present to morrow
holds all the wonders and pleasures,
Talk to old age of the past, but that old
man. blind and lame, bending unded
weight of years, has a bright future of
his own. He was sick the other day,
and disappointed because he reproved.
To morrow to him means heaven, health,
youth. and everlasting happiness His
daughter locates her TO morrow on the
earth. and though very bright, 1t is very
moderate compared with her dccrepit
fathers Middle age lives in the present
vet some of its plans and possibilities
leap the limit and form fair mirage in
the distance All turn to morrow inside
out unravel the work, and possess the
secrets.
Pity for those who have no TO morrow,
but only common next days; whose lives
are so UNMARRIED that all their days are
blended in one dull mass. Some days
are needed to stand out above the rest,
clothed in a golden halo, so bright and
high that hope saw them. and memory
still sees them.
Sions for those whose to. morrow is a
dreaded foe, armed with gun and sword,
rushing upon whom he may deyour, and
for those whose painted to morrow is
washed clean by to day-an imitation
level. very pretty in the dim light of the
future, but betrayed by the clear sun of
the present. -
Sometimes to morrow comes like an
avalanche, crushing down with burden
of work another time it comes lettering
along, coquettishly displaying its half
concealed joys, and again it advances
freighted with fears and troubles, bearing
storm-t torn soils, sinking as it fills, and
running straight on the rocks.
Tomorrow will wrap itself in dark
ness, will build on shoals of doubt will
startle with surprises. Between that
time and to day is boundary wall. If
any one dares to pull it down and pro-
iect his building to the other side, that
part is likely to fall Subtitle and varying
to morrow eludes the power of the
miphtiest monarch. 1t obeys but one
ruler, and he is Supreme. Yet in some
things the future is the surest thing in
existence The past is only confused
mass of unfinished work, disappoint-
ments. mistakes, mortified pride, crush
ing grief, feeting joys, folly, futile at
tempts. radiant success, intense labors,
long stretches of monotonous nothing
ness, all of which helped by their differ
ent discipline to build the structure OF
human character; one being hammer
another saw, another aplane, and the
fourth the timber itself. Their value is
forgotten because they are past, az we
never think of the tools in contemplation
of the completed edifice, and the smooth,
painted. carved wood could never be re-
cognized as that unhewed obstacles or
piercing sorrow. The present is only a
dissolving view, half future; but the
future proves some air castles are built
on rock foundations; we know that
brings death, the grave, a future life,
and joys celestial, when tho mist OF ITO
morrow will be burned away by the
clear light of to-day-Boston Transcript.
LIEUTENANT GENERAL GRANT ; REPORT.
The first report Of Lieutenant Gen