The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1875-10-27


Not Dead.
Being called upon to contribute
to the last issue of the PALLADIUM,
seems much like an invitation t.
offer tribute to departed friend.
Indeed, a friend in this case will
have been forever gone; friend IN
a broader sense; a friend to truth,
justice and right In looking back
over it's career I do not think there
viii be any just cause for ignoring
the motto it has for years had at its
head Let all the ends thou aimest
at be thy connsrys. thy Gods and
truthTs"-those words have not been
as sounding brass or tinkling Gym
balls.
The Palladium hes had q mach
longer career than the feebler scrib
bier Of this contribution, and con
sequently his first acquaintance with
it, as regular visitor inso his pa
rents house. dates back to a period
too MANTLE to be recalled. How
ever, Z know chat is was the first
newspaper ever read, and prob
ably the irss spaper of any kind;
aud I also know that Mr.. Davis was
the first real, live editos I ever saw
or had the hardihood to speak TO.
AS / grex and became able to de-
YOUR the columns Of the Palladium
news, fiction, poetry, advertise
ments, editor duans, and all Il be-
gan to hold its Greater Ia sort of
reverence Reading the life Of
Franklin, the printer boy, imbued
me with burning ambition 10 be-
hold the interior Of 8 printing oaice.
My first visit wss inaellibly im-
pressed. The editor Was at his desk,
aArguing-nos about tlse grandeur
of our gowernment-not over the
absorbing and enchanting financial
question-aos about the destiny of
nations, or the fate of Napoleon
but with country subscriber about
4. bushel of potatoes. The face of
the editor greeted nee kindly, aad
.lispelled she impression that edi-
tors were severe and unapproacha-
bic as n Hindoo God ! remember
the Palladium as @ friend to a
youthful writer; as the first pub
Usher of HIS illusions; and IN my
heart (and in my scrap book, too }
are its kind, encouraging, and 1
must say zndeserving, notices of
his juvenile pieces A single word
has great weight. It has been an
GENTLY said that the sacrifices OF a
thousand horses put In the scales
will not weigh down one true word;
and I think it can be paodernly as
serted that the diffusion of truth
through the press has more power
than the building Of costly tenn
pies, thereby exacting great sacri-
flee from the labor:ng masses.
We are unconscious Of oar infiu
ence for good or bad We do not
know the flight Of word we utter,
ar q deed we clo, We can not tell
how we graft and produce better
fruit among men. Words, and
deeds, and good works are immor-
tai; and the editor of tbs Palladiura
may pass away, the name may die,
but there lives, Sc long as men lire.
and children are boio nnder the
aw OF hereditary descent of quail
lties, the good words that his old
press has stamped and sent forth
hroush tee country. There may
get stand IN the Senate halls Of our
nation, or SIT In her highest chair, n
man who can look back and feel
now great An influence the sinplic
ity, the trnshsalaess, .he bo 81,
and the patriotism of his G, -Aty
paper. the PalladiSn0, has Laa in
the moulding Of his character.
When Greeley, AS boy. lay en-
the rough hearshstone, IN his i'm
po9erished home, with pine torch
for a light, reading the only news
paper he could borrow in the coun-
try, think the editor of that pepper
was influencing great career
Did he know, arsid his struggles,
that he Was contributing to the
character OF one Of Americas great
est men? His work, though painful
to him, will neyes die
These are the eonsoling words 1 |
would feebIy endeavor to offer to
one who, on closing his journalistic
career, looks only On its material
part, its financial features, and feels
that from all his hong years of toil,
struggles, poverty and discourage
,nents, no fruit has bloomed. Il
has bloomed, and ripened, and will |
continue to. "a man may build q
mansion; he may be able and vii
ling to spend uncounted sums in
rearing up it's walls of marble, and |
in storing it with every element of |
beauty within; and yet, dying, have