The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1872-10-19
BE JUST AND FEAR NOT
RTCHM OND.
: Letters 10 a Young Man:
NUMBER 2.
JULKP HILL, Oct. 7th, '72.

OUAhf A1-LL. OCt. tuS <s
My DEAR Young FRIEND;-
Last night was the close OF the
Sabbath. In my home, this night
was dark, and the church bells
rang, and their peals seem tossed
and swung on the furious winds,as
a ruined life is tossed and swung
on the billows of existance. My
tall pines and widespreading oaks,
on the hills around my home, were
wailing so piteously, while afar off
the river swayed dolefully. sat
on my porch in the cozy great
chair, which you love so well, with
no one near save Bruin, the New
foundland hero dog.
! presume your thoughts were,
at that moment, as dissimiliar to
my thoughts, as was my nights
weather dissimilar to yours. No
matter what I thought aud unused
upon.
The church bells had ceased
ringing, yet walled and walled the
trees, and mp and down, near and
far, hear and there, the wind told
tales of woe.
Some body, some mass Of some
thing, came falling then, across my
threshold, and Bruin sprang up in
sudden anger. soon growing over
some immovabie form.
You knew Frank Wilder. You
saw him once, thrice, aye an hun
dred times, stepping up, slowly,
surely, in life; climbing round by
round, on the ladder of success.
Frank was noble, good; oh, he
was all . mother could wish for,
and all . father could desire-and
. father and mother desire 90 much
in son. His own way-winning,
was Frank; his home was brighter
BY his presence, darker by his alb
sence. His friends were scores,
his enemies few.
This immovable massi Bruin
growing and appealing to me !!
The trees, the wind, the river, sad
ly appealing to someone
This immovable macs Was once
home heart, was once pride, a
thousand fond hopes, a million
bright spots in future.
I put my arms around Frank
twas he-and drew him in the
house; closed the door between
him and the night; turned up the
lamp; looked in his face. No! No!
No! Not Frank. But, yes,
A pair of sunksn eyes, a head ol
matted hair. horrible open mouth
. mud-besmeared form, two arms
lifeless as stone. "A horrible smell
whose origin is licensed. adver
tised and traded in. Fumes of 9
curse hanging 10 him.
. Would, my young friend, that ]
could stop; and that no pen could
even drop such words on paper.
He was bleeding. His broad
breast-you knew the noble, gen
erous heart therein--was gaping
with wound-.a knife cut. / saw
that he had been murdered. Ieav
that he was dead. He, dying, had
!, staggered to me, for we had Zee,
warm friends. He had not cour.
age enough to 60 home, to face
}. mothers face.
|; When / had called in SOM
. friends, and we had arranged al
in the best manner, his m0the
came, with feeble step, so stronl
. not long before, and hair alread.
silvering. She put her arms abou
him, and with her cheek to his, la,
silent as death. This scene was n
eloquent sermon.
~ They are placing him in III
? ground, to-day; and l see that th
: sun shines beautifully, and tn
wind 10 gone, while the trees. tai
: and widespreading vail no more.
e He, poor, noble Frank, is n
o more loved son and brother,
e loved young man. He is but
G memory cherished now.
s Like q half opened bud, blaste
: hy storm, he is but with ther
b for what he had, or might hav
e been. Cut down in his glory, hi
It success, by his fellows. Trodde
) and trampled by his own kin, b
d the law which he had helped I
IS make.
It My young friend, in your place
n each Sunday night, and each nigt
b in the whole year, many Fran
Il Wilders are tossing hold Of th
> ladder to success; they are nobl
Is and good, and have mothers an
of sisters.
J. Many Frank Wilders are drinl
,e ing in your way saloons, and man