The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1870-10-15
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
Home, and Why Itis Home.


All the years of our life were W
building it. Some there were VIII
laughed at us. but what of that:
Let those laugh who win. And
Tonight, as we sit by the table II
our little home not man nor mon
arch is half so happy as We
Years ago, when the heart wa
hopeful, we looked ahead to tn
time when we might have happ
home and beautiful works OF ar
therein on which to rest the eye
as the beautiful queen of the HON
would rest our heart. But how
should we have all this, and wheni
By work the spirit o.
pluck, and so We learned to labor
and to wait. And so we have
worked these many years-alwavs
contented and hopeful. Content
to labor, hoping to enjoy the re
ward, as do all who ar. creauve,
and thus fit to work Over there for
the completion of the wondrous
revealment.
Ours now is beautiful home.
Here we are heppy and content.
These walls we helped build Not
that we piled hi h the brick, iron,
stone aud marble one above
other. or helped drive the nails
Bu. we worked at something else;
and earned to pay for this. And
now we are verv very happy. and
never man so stout of heart.
Work does not tire us. for we see
the result and reward earnest work
does bring
This little place we cali home.
And the beautiful pictdres on the
walls all about Tne carpet on
the floors SO we can walk while
our darling sleeps just ere-so
we can rest our left hand on her
brow, and not waken her. for size
is weary, perhaps. Tae chairs,
the tables, the sofas, the Ottomans,
| the easy chairs the books, musi
cal instruments aud all these
scores of be utlful things in the
room, we earned. They are ours.
Honestly ours. Never a man or
woman, or child robbed of a single
penny for their obtaining.
1t is glorious to work, Little
| by little we have Won all these by
honest toll. And we have put
them tog gether-and here. surroun-
ded by what we have earned, and
cared for by the one we love, we
are happy. And strong to create
or to earn more--to help others
to encourage the good--to draw
| sword, if need be, in defense of
virtue, the widow and the father
less.
We pity those who have no
homes. who have no happy homes,
where life passes in love, content
rnent, and enjoyment of perfect
| confidence in each other. We
| pity those whose lives are wasting
away in dis ipation, till they will
enter the Eternal so wasted and
unimproved that they will be but
| specks on the floors, so to speak.
And we pity all who are not happy
who are not mated and in uni
son of feeling one with the other
who do not teel it JOY to live for
and to and by and with each other.
tor, after all, this Is the true life.
which is but the germ Of Love
Eternal For those who cannot
love each other here aud have sym
pathy with all, are not guided
Alright.
1t is very still out-of- doors to-
ni.ht II is midnight, still our
work is not quite done That is,
we cannot sleep yet, nor can we
| bear to waken the dear one who
! slumbers just beside US. SO we
let her rest She has been such q
help to us. Has cared tor US so
| kindly and with such tenderness,
as Mary cared for Him she so
| loved while He was on earth
When we are sick and pros rate
from overwork how like ray OF
| light Over There does she come
with careful whispers, gent.e
| touch, sweet breath ami absorbing
sOlicitude To watch over ana care
| for us.
|
| blinds and draws the curtains to
exclude the light while we sleep
| How well does she remember the
most minute item of Instructions
! given by tue good phN sician, who
/ also Comes to lend his aid and
! skill.
| And when the pain blinds our
L..
her soft fincers, gently paSsin
over throbbing temples and fever
heated brow, will quiet the little
devils in the burning blood, and
teach them obedience 10 her will.
II is she who opens and closes the
door so noiselessly, and makes
herself gain our savior for the
continuation Of the work we know
it is our duty to perform here to be
fitted for Over There.
Yes, this is our home. And she
is our darling. Perhaps you do
not like her, we do. Perhaps you
love her. Not so we'll as we do.
You may think her beautiful So
/ she is, but to one who has studied
lite. there is no beauty like that
of her pure mind and God-given
intellect You may not think her
beautiful. You do not know her
her pure life--her confidlng love
her sympathy aud generous will
! lingness to aid us in all that will
make others happy or alleviate suf
fering. You do not know how
| hannN she m axes 0ur hnm a-hnw