The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1871-12-30
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.

Something to stand Upon.
This evening the stars shine with
unusual brightness, and the air
seems purer. lighte: and more life
like than ever before. Looking
out from the room wherein we
wri.c, the picture is one Of beauty.
Before rs is one Of the beautiful
parks for which the city 10 bccom-
ing famous. We see trees. water
pouring from the fountain to fall
back into the great granite-rimmed
basin, the little waves and ripples
cleaning in the starlight. Through
the tree-tops, over the water we
see lights In windows.
So we know there are houses,
and people. and homes Over There
across the park-over the rip>
pied water, though We do not know
the names or the occupation of
those Who will bc our neighbors
whenever we cross over to that
side Of the park to live. We
know somebody lives over there.
for lights have been lit; and the
more occupants from time to time
finding homes in the growing
dwellings over there, the more
lights, the more evidence Of life
ana work and recreation on that
side. of the water as on this.
We see very clearly to night
Across the park-over the tops Of
houses-thaough the evening at
mosphere to the stars-the lights
in the Eternal Mansion, which
will be our home some day-when
comes the hour to pass from dark
ness to light-from labor to re-
freshment.
The room where wc are writing
is very bright also. The figures
in the carpet seem alive, while
from the vase Of fresh flowers be-
fore us comes whispers of fragrance
as if the roses, the heliotrope, the
mignoaette and the geranium leaves
were all telling US that they lived
and we Q the same after being cut
down, as before. In humanity at
in plants-therc arc flowers and
there are weeds. But this differ
ence-we may be weeds to-day,
but we can by self-culturc, become
flowers tomorrow!
Tonight we are very happy.
Our heart is at rest and over the
inner springs Of life there sweeps
no breath of that blast, which at
times troubles and makes discord-
ant the life of the best CT US. Why
this peace? We will tell you.
| Again have we won q victory.
Many the contest-many the VIC
tory in life. To night We adj an
other 10 the list Not . victory
over others, but over ourself. 1,
was this wise:
! Once we had q friend-a. man
vouager in years than the writer
hereof. We loved him we'll, think
ing him true and deserving. Oae
day hO turned against us 10. gain
Iprofit for himself, aad sought to
stab us to the very life. Not OF ce
alone. but five times repeated
Each attempts thus to wound left
q sore spot on the soul and We
said that whenever came the time
we would strike back and repay
his debt with interest abundant.
This afternoon came the hour
for revenge. Misfortune overlook
him and stayed his step till VIC
could strike. One word would
send him and his houseless into
the street-a word would let him
remain in his home. We though,
of the wrongs he had done us-ol
the sweetness Of revenge. We
started out to cay the word and
turn him into the street--walked
on--thought, and thought again
We thought of our old friendship
lot the wrongs he had done U.S.
Of the efforts to injure, and how
glorious il was to know an enemy
was at our feet and that ws could
now strike, as II to kill.
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We had our revenge. To niQhl