The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1870-12-10
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
Home Again.

COiuS luc weary o"eJ
and one feels so tired and worn
from the work of the week, and
this little respite from tie battle of
life. Miles upon miles have we
this week ridden, across States,
from east to west-from west to
east again.
And here we are again at our
desk and our weeks ending, or
nearly-tired, worn, fatigued, and
glad to find here the welcome .
home place always extends.
There is but little OF this life
after all. Yet, how we cling to
II. As if trouble is more precious
than rest! We all Of US attempt
too much-we work too much--we
go racing from the cradle 10 the
grave, intent on business, folly
dissipation, or the accumulation OF
wealth, as if that and this were
happiness.
But what of all this? Very
soon we shall go to our reward and
our resting, and then who of all
the crowd that now sees US hurry
ing on will pause 20 think Of US ev-
en- for one moment? How many
of all those who call themselves
friends will drop. q tear, fetch .
sigh, or give more than . hasty
passing thought to US, for all they
fawn and fiatter, and seek our fla
vor to gain our influence now
Who Of all the ones that profess
love for us will 60 with us in heart
down into the vestibule OF eternity,
and with US over there to the real
Home?
God love those who have even
one true heart and one earnest soul
to lean upon, for to US on earth
but one true love is given, though
o thousand butterflies beat the air
with their wings not thinner than
their real intentions. O! the army
the armies of those who love and
do most earnest lip-worship-tili
we are of no more use to them,
and then what matters it, or fate,
or wandering.
And SO thinking-and SO taught
by that life which we trust teaches
wisdom-wc come to love each
year more and more the home rest,
not alone Of Saturday Night, but
every other. 1t is so blessed and
50 blissful to find one little place,
one room, even, where the curious
world rests not its eager eyes and
shines with tongue most wanton,
to gain an hour away from those
who come with their wants for al.
leviation-their sorrows for you
to bear-their griefs and troubles
for you to drink in-their depres-
sion Of spirits for you to absorb
and wear ont, or throw off as best
you may.
It is sweet to be in some place
which is all yours-to look upon
the walls, the floor, the carpets, the
books, the pictures, the evidences
that here indeed is your home, and
to look upon each article as upon
some dear friend who, if never
word of welcome gives, never .
word Of SANDER utters nor retails
chair to desk, and desk back to
door, what the one saw which the
other did not.
And it is sweet to know that
here, in this room, where good an
gels visit, and where we test, there
way come to US some one who
loves US, and for US has most kind
ly, earnest care; that tie dying
week will surely not go till we see,
and hear, and know. and feel that
we are not alone, q wanderer on
he beach of that wreck filled ocean
we call life!
O. the beauty of home-the Joy
in having one, no matter how hum.
BILE or poorly furnished it may be.
if it is only home! If it is q place
of rest. A shelter from the thou
and storms and arrow-slings Of
checkered fortunes and continued
fights, which at last wear us out,
as they have millions before us and
will millions yet to come.
We pity those who have no
homes. God love them for they
need all and more of the Eternal
Sunlight than many wish them
We pity those who have NO labor
to hold them to duty during the
weak-no reward to them each
day coming-no true heart all their
own to rest with and upon wher
comes the hour for rest. And we
pity the ones who have no care for
other than surface life, and winter
sunshine, with never a pride ia
home and the rest it gives to all