The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1871-03-11
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
Tick! Tick! Tick!

as We cit here tonight, in q room
yesterday occupied BY . living,
loving friend! Tonight she is at
rest in the Golden Land. Aud We
are to mourn-not SO much that
she is out Of pain and bodily ago-
ny, but that no more on earth can
We hear her voice-listen to her
encouraging words, look into her
eyes that 80 eloquently mirrored
the purity Of her soul.
To morrow, 30 soon 20 be here,
will be the Sabbath. Day Of rest
DAY of sadness! for dear, good
friend has already in this life won
her crown and place with those
who have passed on, while we are
left to win ours, but with no more
Of that help which came from her
good wishes, pure council and
beautiful, nnselfish friendship.
i No one in the room with US
save the guardian spirits, each with
pure. loving thoughts for us to
give to others. What there is of
her, rests in another room. The
door is just ajar. All is still--very
still in there. We listen-the tick
ing Of the clock-nothing more!
Let us see! Twenty years ago
we sat, as now, in room much
like this. while q friend, or the tenn
pie in which he once dwelt, rested
in q room adjoining. We weer
then as now in the presence Of
death. Then We were not at rest
as now. The wind howled with.
out We were afraid--in dread.
There seemed then to come q
shadow Of terror from the writing
room ..I7al6 eds
| Were you ever afraid to be with
. dead body3 Did you ever fear
to be alone with death7 If 90, We
pity you, il your fear and suffer
ings were like ours in the years
agone, before there came about M
q light as came TO one long since
as comes to many who arc deserv
ing. But to night We are not ..
fraid. Why should We be2 There
is nothing there to harm rs. Only
q lesson--that onr home is not
here. While We are at work, she
is at rest. While we listen to the
ticking Of the clock, as Time marks
those who have gone home,' she
10 waiting ON the shore for the one
whose very heart, soul and life, she
won by her purity and kindness
while here to bless him with love
and Heaven-b born influence.
| Others mourn with us. They
sleep in restless beds, to waken in
fearful sorrow while We eep watch
OF the flying hours, each passing
away laden with souls going from
there 70 the beautiful Land OF the
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This was her room. o! Memo
ries! Wherever the eyes rests
there is something to remind us oil
the absent one. There is . little
watch, case nearly finished, as che
LET it to wait her recovery! There
| is 3 book in which she read but
three days ago. Here is little
ribbon worn in her hair It is toe
sacred to tnnch-so we kiss it Will
tear-wet eyes, She has gone! i
is SO still here! 1t Is SD lonesom,
for those who have to be all alon,
: and to look at the little articlei
worn or used by the absent oncs
We pity. o, SO deeply-:hose wh.
: weep, and watch, and prav-thos,
+ who are left to wait in the storm
OF life, while the loved one wait
/, on the distant sunny shore.
There is slipper once worn b.
, her--a glove--a thimble once worl
!, upon the finger now SO cold ant
lifeless. In that little desk
5 Was hers--are letters and scraps
and kind words from others to hel
i In that little jewel-box is . rim
: and few other articles more pre-
.. cous than wealth, for they were a
; hers. All about the room We se
!, her still. sm
I Oh, Father in Heaven-why
she not here with her kind word
-her pure lovs-her eyes 90 fnl
Of beautiful language2 Why CO
not those who love 60 home 10
gether when 30 true to each othe
do they walk the paths Of life here
When We must part some day,
only for . time, Why de We NO
4 live better, purer, truer, and NOR
loving Tor each other than f0f sell