The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1870-12-03
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
About Death.

| US from dlnefent parts OF the
country-from those who in part
or who not at all agree with US
concerning the great change.
The writers of some of these
letters are afraid to die-the wri
ters of some of them are not. An
earnest youth writes that he is
afraid to die and be buried in the
ground, sit is so dreadful
To us there is nothing dreadful
about death. We can put aside
our pen and start for home with
out sigh, a pang, fear or dread,
so far as the future is concerned
| If there is q God who cares for us
here, He will care for US there, as
well and better.
If the future rests with Him,
with Him let it rest
If with US, then it does not rest
with Him! AS days and nights
come and go-time being thus
made-so will we live days and
nights-or countless ages--these
ages being Eternity. And for
this matter, there is no separate
Eternity 1t is all time. All
Eternity. That which is time for
us is eternity for those who have
gone before US. AS our days and
nights now do bring new scenes,
duties, and labors. so will the
countless ages, or stages of our
future existence, bring changes.
We shall live in other form or
body in our next sphere Of work.
and will advance in all which is
good, as we shall strive and de-
serve. It is very wrong to edu
cate children to fear death.
A corpse is to US no more than
a deserted house. From each the
occupant is far gene. We look
upon the form Of man, of woman,
or child, so still, cold, and mani
mate before US, but mourn not for
that form. We look through a.
house from which a friend has
moved, and say, Here he lived
but now he lives elsewhere. The
house is full of memor les, perhaps,
but these are but the the echoes
Of the life or person now away.
Persons move from house to
house as our spirit will move from
this abiding place to another, and
still another, and another, as we
progress. On our foot is neat
| fitting boot. In it we walked ma
ny miles. Pretty soon it will be
worn out. Then we will have q
new one, and whoever wants the
old one is welcome to it. When
the old boot is worn out there will
still be steps for the foot to take,
and we will provide for it boot af-
! ter boot-as He will provide body
after body, in such shape, form, or
fashion as will fit us best for the
work to be done.
Once we lived in log hut.
| When it was known we were to
move, we were afraid the new
home would not be good as the old
one. But the parent provided a
better one, for we occupied cot
tage- Again was it decided we
must move. How we regretted
the decision. But the next was a
snug farmhouse. Again was it
decided that we mutt go forth.
How we longed to stay, thinking
there was no place like home. But
we moved again in an elegant
mansion, and here found a home,
with beauties, comforts, and at
fractions never known or thought
of in our hut by the roadside,
where, to this day, a poor family
is living till they can find o better
home!
All this dread of Death ia the
teaching of ignorance and super
stition, doctrine preached by
those who would live by their
wits by playing upon the spirit OF
fear which governs to greater or
lesser degree SO many who are
willing to let others hink for them.
It is simply priestcraft-an ism
that robs God of His Loving Pow
er, and admits Him to a church
only as an Honorary Member!
Time is but that much of Eter-
nifty which has been or is being
measured off from it's never-end-
ing reach--a fabric of moments
from the Eternal Looms of God.
Death is but the change Of pat
tern SO far as we are concerned,
and that religion Or teaching which
makes persons dread the hour for
change, as cruel In the parent who
teaches child to dread the dark,
and to believe that when shut up