The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1872-03-30
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
wecpins for Her Little Oae.


with light and warmth behind the
bank of rain-filled clouds which
kept 1t from view. Some forgot
the sunset. because for the storm
they could not seeit. But storms
come and 60, and come and go
again. They may drench US, but
do not reach all Dripping. cold,
and in haste, boy came with q
note, asking if we would call at
the house of poor workingman
whose only child was very i'll.
In an hour we were at the home
of a brother worker. 1t was not
a splendid home, counting by
furniture and such attractions, but
it had for two years been q very
happy one The man who h.d
sent for us was a carpenter. Two
years before, he bad married a
poor girl, counting by dollars, but
wealthy beyond computation,
Judged by her loving heart. gentle
ways, virtuous life and sweet gym
pathy with the one on whose arm
she leaned. and all those who arc
poor aud in aff1iction. These two
workers had begun life to make
the most of it. They had decided
to win by work. So he persever-
ell at his labor, each week adding
little to the accum ulations OF Ia
bor. Days in the shop-nights a:
home with her he so loved. Little
by little home attractions hal
been added to their cottage till
it had come to give promise Of
great future beauty.
One day there come little one
to nestle in its mothers arms, and
sleep with its little head on the
heart where the lover-husband
lived. Hc soo.hcd the aching
head Of her he loved, and pe.ted
the infant stranger. Thus in
loving care it grew. By day it
wes with its mother. At night the
father toyed with and petted, and
: then romped with the growing
edition Of their second self.
Tonight, rs We entered the door
. he was in tears The strong man
J had bent before the storm of sor-
row. The darling little child Of
yesterday was pale, sweet wax
J like corpse to night On the bed,
head resting sweetly on little
: pillow, it seemed like q widow
through which a glimpse of heaven
I coula be had.
2 Said the father:
1T is. o! so hard TO bear this
e blow-this loss so unlocked for,
80 unexpected! 1t has broken my
}, heart-but it viii! kill her! Why,
. they lived so closely together, you
could hardly tell where the mother
! left of and the child commenced
q They seemed just like one. Oh,
say il you can. something to her
:, never mind me, but help her!
:. No, grief-stricken father. Let
9 her alone. Say nothing to her
y now There is no light in her
heart now. She is in a whirlpool
e of agony-say nothing to her
9 let her weep for her little opc, 70,
her tears will open the way for hel
mind to follow on to the rest hel
little one has reached.
y The child is better of. Did you
It ever stand on the shores OF th,
3 Old World, by the ocean side il
some great city and see enigrants
n depart for new country. Did you
Q ever sec their poor friends, left
4 behind because too poo- to pal
their passage. weeping at the de.
s parturo CT those they loved ? The
IA good ship sailed on. Day attei
8 day over the waves. The ones VIII
o were wept over crossed tie ocear
e and found with US home. Thcy
5 found here those who had come
: before. They found here, in thi
at city or in that, in thia State Or il
se that, those who hal bee poor an,
20 hungered, and in degradation
living new lives, working at ne,
10 works, happier better of. NOR
id prosperous and influential tina
ns when on the other side of tn
n ocean, in the low cabins, close hu,
ev and sufferines they left.
Il. As they crossed to come 10 ii
o. so too will we cross the river t
the beautiful Land of the Leal
w. find OIL our friends. We shall kno
A. them there and be welcomed
nj them.
It They will take US to Their ne
ry- homes will introduce US to the
no friends-will take US to the
is schools-will tell US how mut
,ht better off they are, and how the
a. have seen us, communed with ,
no and been with us at times in spir
of all the mourning, absent days.
ct. Let the mother weep for h
On. loneliness, but not for the dea
% There is no death! There is lii
ses glorious, beautiful, successful Ii
nit Over There. The little one wi
.rs. was loved, but whose earthly ten
ich pie is now empty is already
.ch school in its new home A help
to others. As all who have 90
before us, and that little one
DR.. now among the workers, the thin
vas ers, the planners. the inyento
at who were Of and with Us once,
out We in time continuing will be
of and with them. Not in burnil
sv- torment, but fitting for work, b
ort ing fitted TO instruct by wonderl
old growing influences all who on cal
W. work for the good Of men q
he identifying of life.