The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1875-01-13

unequal contest here, and WAS
called to the Land of the Leal. to
make there bed, q home and q
resting place in the golden gardens
of God for the one she left here for
. time, she dropped over his
shoulders, around his heart and
into his soul, the legacy of a moth
er in her bequest of pluck, patience
and disposition to endeavor. Poor
that little shivering boy may be,
but he is not bankrupt. His
capital is inexhaustible. His bank
er is Over There, and some Of
these days, like the tree that stands
leafess all the winter, will he put
forth his energies and fasten them
to success, when comes the spring
and the warmth which unlocks the
arms of the ice fiend that so freezes
the life out of the poor
What are our rich men doing:
Ever struggling for wealth Al
ways investing on their bodies,
which sooner or later will 60 down
with all on board What are
Christian congregations and soci-
cites doing to prove their inner
itance with the angles? The spires
point high toward the clouds as
millions of dollars are squapdered
in these inverted wooden phylac
ferries, senseless and soul callousing
edifice ornaments that they are
There are stained glass windows
so the worshippers may not see the
starving ones outside their beauti-
full temples. Aisles softly carpeted.
customs deliberately trimed and
disposed, that worship may be a
luxury only for the rich. How we
would like to enter all the churches
and rip up the cushions to make of
them beds and garments for the
little ones whose souls, with ours,
are speeding on to the Great Judge
who provides the future, to tell
Him how hollow and full of mock
cry is much of what we call religion
and worship. We would melt the
church bells into dishes from which
the poor could eat, and use the
money squandered in useless
ornaments for the purchase of food
for the deserving sufferers, who
are forgotten by men in their
selfish scramble for gold and for
Heaven, when the roads to each
lay in opposite directions We
would quietly, carefully tear down
the wooden steeples and use all the
timbers, chips and splinters for the
building of fires in the Easements
of churches, so that the widows,
the aged, the impoverished, the
shipwreeked waits Of insane human
ity might warm their hearts, and
sit in groups to be taught the
fullness of the idea born of Jesus
when he walked. talked, and lived
with the poor, who are the inherit>
ors of Heaven, simply because they
do not so rear their souls that they
cannot rise to comprehension of
immortality.
We love the example and the
memory of Christ-not because He
was powerful or the inheritor of
golden future, but because He
opened His arms to the poor;
because He sat and talked with
them. and WAS not above assisting
those who bear the heavy burdens
of life. He lived to warm hearts,
to build hopes, to create faith. An
architect of humanity, He ended
not his religion in temples and
church edifces, but through be-
nevolence. human love, sympathy,
and care for the sorrowing, clear
on to the lap of Life Eternal and
the heart of God. It is for this
that we worship the Saviour-and
it is for this love to the poor that
We think more Of the laboring men
and the struggling women, who
sympathize with the distressed and
who are not in such haste as are
the selfish rich to push aside and
iostle against the freezing poor
They walk to their homes and to
the stepping stone to eternal hap
piness this welcomed Saturday
Night.-"BRIcK'' PoMERoY.