California Farmer and Journal of Useful Sciences, Volume 38, Number 13, 10 October 1872 — NO SABBATH. [ARTICLE]

NO SABBATH.

In ft prize essay on the Sabbath, written by a journeyman printer in Scotland, which for lingular power of language and beauly of, expression bai never been surpassed, tbere occur! the following passage. Read it, and tben reflect for awhile what a dreary and desolate page would this life present if the Sabbath were blotted out from onr calculation : "Yokefellow' tbink how the abstraction of tbe Sabbath would hopelessly enclave tbe working classes, with whom we Are identified. Tbink of labor thus going on in one monotonous and eternal cycle, limbs forever on the race, tbe fingers forever straining, the brow forever sweating, tbe feet forever throbbing, the shoulders forever drooping, the loins forever aching, and tbe restless mind forever scheming. Think of tbe beauty it would efface, the merry-heartedness it would extinguish, of tbe giant strength it would tame, of tbe resources of nature it would breed, tbe projects it would wreck, of the groans it would extort, of the lives it would immolate, and of the cheerless graves that it would prematurely dig; See them toiling and moiling, sweating and fretting, grinding and bewing, weaving and spinning ■trewing and gatherim, mowing and reaping, railing and building, digging and painting, striving and struggling—in the garden and in tbe field, in tbe granary and in the barn, in tbe fao tory and in the mill, in the warehouse and in the shop, on tbe mountain nnd in tbe ditch, on the roadside and in tbe wood, in tbe city and in tbe conntry, on the sea and on the she re, and tbe earth In tbe days of brightness and of gleom. Wbat a picture the world would present if we had noSa*bbatb." [This is one of the most excellent and truthful ly picture of the value i I the Sabbath to tolling man we ever saw in print. We find it a waife in One of onr exchanges, yet it is spiritually alive on the wave of circulation—may the truth it teacbes accomplish a good work.—Eo. F.] Every man's life lies witb the present ; for the past is spent and done with aud tbe future is uncertain. A man who is not aljle to make a bow to bia own co iscience every morning is hardly ia a condition to respectablvsalute tbe world at aoy other l ime of the day.