The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1870-10-29
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
The Beauty Of Better Work.

There is something proudly,
grandly noble in being working
man. In being a man who by
work achieves success, and then
greatness. There is to us un-
speakable beauty in la5or-in be-
ing able to trace letters on the
pure white paper before us-to put
our thoughts in line, and to know
that by work we have made words,
sentences, paragraphs, articles, pa
pers, books. Work did it all. And
to watch others at work.
The shoemaker fashions from
leather. with bits OF wood and lit
tie threads, the shoe which covers
and protects the foot of d woman,
while his neighbor, turning from
the hot fire Of the forge to the cold
surface Of the anvil, with sturdy
blows oft and oft repeated, fash
ions and finishes his work for the
foot of a horse. Each are work.
ingmen-each accomplishes some
thing, and the world is the better
for their being here.
The pioneer with cleaning Ak
tramps his way into the forest,
sends deep the glittering steel into
the astonished timber. The birds
fly il alright. The echoes of his
blows run affrighted through the
forest aisles, warning the wilder
ness to stand back before the tri-
umph of labor. The tree falls.
Its limbs are from the trunk cut
away. Looking up, its fall left a
little opening through which we
see the blue sky beyond. Again
does the ax cut it's way--ano ther
tree falls-a cabin is lifted into
shape-an opening is made in the
forest, q home is established there
lin time there is a farm, pretty
house, with happy hearts to gather
by the hearth and fender--and that
man has been of use to the world
God bless him--hc is g worker.
The plowman follows the open
ing furrow day after day till seed
time has eone--then he reaps the
reward Of his toll, and beholds the
golden grain which comes from
the soil, the air, the rain, the light,
the heat, to repay his efforts, and
tell him how glorious it is to labor
and to achieve. That man is q
worker-a creator--sbsnefactor.
Over there is poor boy. Coarse
garb-earnest his eye, intelligent
his face. just now he is an ap-
prentice. Day after day he works
over the scraps Of iron-over the
forge-the lathe, the wise. He
uses the file and the hammer. His
eye reaches farther and farther in
to the hidden mysterie 3 Of science
.ill at last he is q mechanic, we'll
skilled in his trade. See him now
at work. Tie boy has gone-the
earnest man is before us. He is
at work, directing others, impart-
ing knowledge, helping to create.
A beautiful engine or piece Of ma
chinery is before him. 1t is his
work created out Of material 9th
er workmen had finished in their
line. He, too, is a creator-has
conquered-is a success, and proud
should our nation be to call such
creators her children.
| There is a glory in work when
by it we can achieve success or
win the prize of honorable reward
No matter whether that work be in
the mine or the forest, on the wa
ter or the land, in the pulpit or the
sanctum, in teaching, or in protect
ing interests, hearts, or innocence.
There is a man who is a worker.
He loves girl. He is all care,
love, attention, and politeness. He
is to her what God Is TO the Chris
tian-tLe Hope of Life And she
is to him, if good, and kind, and
loving. and in life harmony With
him, golden-lined pathway, out
side of whose sacred boundaries
he cannot, he will not walk. Wit
ness the glorious record thie work
er is making He builds around a
home-he builds within one. He
weeds his acts and thoughts and
words as careful man does his
garden: He cuts down and pulls
up the rough, the thorny, the rank
growing and beauty-killing weeds,
be keeps back the cross words, the
rough, coarse, vulgar, profane ex-
pressions till no more do this troop
of DEVILS down seek admission to
his heart for it is each day more
and more filed with the good, the
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