Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1845-01-13
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| A few days since, as we were listening
to the sermon Of a popular preacher, we
were forcibly reminded Of the correctness
of the following remark: "The world
seems 10 be going on the wrong wav, and
we must take hold and turn it back"
When we look ct the relative positions
of the producer and the non-producer, we
cannot but cxclaim, "the world seems to
be going on in the wrong way" Labor
was ordained Of God 10 be a blessing but
how have his ways been perverted! In
civilized countries but about one-third Of
our race are productivity employed con-
sequently every laboring man is compelled
to support not only himself, but TO carry
two loafers through the world on his back
We have said that labor was ordained to
be u blessing. How aptly is this illustrated
in the natural word. Look at the bee-h hive.
where we see the g little bee improve each
shining hour" The drones are driven from
the hives, and stung by the bees. But in
our social bee-hive-ihe beehive Of the
human race-we find the droaes singing
The bees. Yes, the non-producing cormo-
rants OF wealth are (attening and proving
gladiators upon the lone and muscle, the
blood and snews, the life itself, Of the in
dustral classes. When we see the WAYS
of God thus perverted, and his image thus
trampled upon, should we not be ready to
eXclaim, "the world seems 10 be going or
the wrong way!"
We know not The origin Of the following,
which we clip from a paper; but the re-
marks seem we'll adapted 10 this sa'ject:
"The Industrious minority toll twice as
long as nature will bear They are dying
Of over-work. The business OF life is not
adapted to the taste or capacity Of the ope-
raior. Half the world never find out what
they are best able to do. Circumstances
determine the occupation. In Lowell, the
girls choose to stand fourteen hours per
day in factory, because they can find
nothing else TO do. In Boston, they may
stich, stitch, stitch, eternally, upon slop work,
in a garrett, or Ike nun withdrawn from
society 10 enjoy the solcitudo Of an under
ground kitchen The most brilliant minds,
the richest affections, natures noblest poets
and artists, are buried alive. Fulton is
measuring off tape in your shops. Rubens
is grinding clay in your brick-y ards
Michael Angelo is the scavenger Of your
streets, while Dogberry is your dispenser
Of justice, and Sancho Panza your chic;
magistrate. The world is out of joint
There is no adaptation of industry to ge.
MUS. No wonder that labor is repugnant,
and that all avoid it who can.
Besides, in the distribution of the pro-
ceeds Of industry, civilization pays bounty
on id!eness. Says the old adage, with too
much truth, |, makes bu, cents differ
ence whether man works or plays, and
the man that plays gets it, For her ,edi-
Gus toll in poverty, hunger and Dirt the
Boston scamstress is paid cent per hour,
while her employer sits behind he counter
with folded arms, or Tolls upon his ottoman,
in princely mansion, for which he has
paid hundred thousand dollars. The
quarry man hammers upon granite block
sixteen hours per day, at sixteen dollars
per month. while once a week the village
priest reads over his sermons, dug from his
revolving barrll,' for the consider alon Of
sixteen dollars per hour. The feeble, SEN
sitIve widow, leaves her starving children,
and delves all day in the wash room of ii
espectabIe idler, Tor less than sixty cents,
while the base political demagogue, The ac-
cident of office, receives his thousands for
doing worse than nothing. In proportion
10 their uselessness are people rewarded.
Labor grows material, idoness nppropri-
ates it. Labor builds The cdifce, dleness
lives in it. Labor is clad in Indebtedness;
idleness, in purple and fine linen. Labor
produces the worlds wealth; ideness locks
il up, and calls it miHc."
When we look at these things, and wit
ness the current in which the world is SET
Ting. should we not cons der it our duty to
stake hold and turn it back?" Mechanics
Iaborers, operatives, industrial classes, one
and all, to you we would make the appeal
" Arouse, ye men Of iron mould,' and turn
back the current. Ie who have beer
Lying supnely on your backs" arise ant
break the CALLING chain with which avarice
has bound you!
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