The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-12-18
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Few Hints and Some . Advice The Condition
Man is but formation OF dust moulded into shape
by the marvellous power OF the Divine Creator Of
the universe, and although some few soft specimens
are occasionally TO be met with on this busting
planet styled the earth yet we have never as yet,
heard Of one turning into mud. Petraction, OF late
years, has claimed the attention OF scientific men
and discoveries innumerable have been made; but
careful research has failed TO disclose the fact o
the finding OF any clayey form OF human resem-
blance For the past week we have been wasting
our energy and strength, pOring over works OF
ancient authority by the dim, defective, dismal lght
furnished by the city OF Philadelphia In vain research
for somel substantial reasoning as to the cause o
human dust always retaining its volatileness and
particles, and have at length come to the philosoph
cal conclusion that the sole simple, argumentativ
deduction is cleanliness. Cleanliness we are told
is next to godliness Would that some of our street
contractors might be led to 80 believe; would that
some jealous worker might set about the conversion
of these creatures The soes OF thousands would then
daily Creak hOSannahs in his name, and the purity OF
hosiery would form lasting monument to perpetuate
his memory. "Asbes to ashes, and dust to dust; if
heaven won't have you perdition must" is an old
Bucks county cOnsignng phrase.
Do our street cleaning contractors ever recall II?
Alas no for they did, they would soon clear their
conscience by cleansing their ioayS. II may not be
considered sinful by them to neglect the fulhlment
OF their pledges, but they should remember that the
prayers of the righteous avail much and out of the
numerous pleas that daily ascend, from the lips Of
mud d-bespattered 'tangels" in feminine shape, some
surely VIII meet with response. Down with your
army OF sweepers AMI scrapeTs then ye contractors
resolve to at once do all that within you lies, to
avert the impending fates call to your aid that
purest of all assistants, water, and make your
spectve fields to serve as lasting mementos
to your skill in the art OF cleansing.
Remember that as men are Judged by
the work they perform, so williye be Judged Labor
is plentiful, the noble Schuylki s overfowing, and
brooms cheap. Think of the beati6c smiles that
will daily gladden. your hearts, If woman, lovely
woman, be but once more allowed to drag her four
teenfoot trail along our thoroughfares withoutdrag-
ging with enough clayey matter to start brick
yard! Think of the counteracting prayers numerous
and feryent, that will then ascend in your behalf
from the lips OF the Kates the ChlOes, and the
women who are now daily compelled to toll and
scrub our mud-sained steps,
Think OF the many words OF praise that will be
spoken of you by the men who are now compelled
to work hour or two In brushing their mud
stained clothing; and OIL picture TO yourselves the
delights OF once more seeing the surfaces of the
bricks and cobble-stOnes. Marc Antony has been
made to say, "The good that men do is often in
tered with their bones" This is not axiom, by
any means. A little good your part now will last
very very long WHILE and besides, the chances
are that your may perhaps be inferred in the
ever increasing coating now covering streets.
An old proyerb says "a new broom sweeps clean"
Then, by all means, purchase good supply, for a
clean sweep is now the thing most needed. Let
there be large sweep, sUrong sweep, and sweep
all together and let the result be the sweeping OF all
the dirt into one common pile, and the cleaning Of
your characters from their decidedly dirty surround
ings. That the prevailing public sentiment is
opposition to dirty work is well known, but this
need not deter you our streets are not dirty oh no
only muddy therefore you need fear nothing from
| the public, provided you make things once more
clear and cleanly Understand not clear az mnd)
But if not then prepare to have all your future fame
buried in oblivion, deep as are the pavements now
in MUD.