Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1871-06-10
WHOLE NUMBER 1ll9.
From the New York Tribunc-By Request,
Sunday on the Farm,

puuuuJ Ou lH0 L uIll,
To the transient visitor from the sity
90 the country, every day seems n Sab
bath. The quiet that hangs over every
thing, Unbroken save by the singing cf
birds, the hum of bees, the voice of the
plowman to his team, the occasional
rattle Of a wagon along the highway,
seems to him like long quctus OF bus
iness. Not so to the farmer. lie notes
in the sprrgng grass, in the opening
blossoms, in the glowing sunshine, that
nature Is at work in every Leaf and twig,
in every crumbling furrow and bursting
seed, and feels the tiugle Of work in his
muscles, and the necessity OF labor on
the six days removes all thought that
stlIlncss means rest. But when he sees
on the Sabbath bis tired, patient oxen
browsing in the fields, bis horses quietly
resting, and, looking at his sleeve, ic-
members that this is his best coat when
coming into the farmhouse, he finds the
usual work suspended no washing, or
ironing, or baking, or dycing, or sewing
going on but all things in order and
! compo pose1ness-this TO him is Sabbath.
y quiet ride to Che village, a rustic
church, plain discourse on our relations
to God and man, prayer, hymn,
drowsy trOt home again after the berc-
diction, are a concession gladly made to
the claims of that Great Being with
whom be is perpetual co-laborer Pros
perity on a farm depends on a respect
tor this day. The oxen need it, the
plow-horse demand it, the bowed backs
and sore arms Of the great army of the
overworked cry out for it.
We wish in this connection to say
one earnest word 10 our sisters in the
cheese factories, who, all Sunday fore
| noon, have their arms in. warm whey,
and as they look up from the dripping
curd see the good people of God who
employ them jogging home from the
worship of that God who has command
of the Sabbath. ain it thou shalt not
do any work, thou nor thy son, nor thy
laughter, thy man-servant, nor thy maid
| servant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger
that is within thy gates" Good sisters
Of the milkvats, protest against it, and
| then rebel against it, and say that Sum
day milk, when brought TO your scales
to be turned into cheese by your work,
may turn to clabber to be flung to tho
| pigs. The pretense that the nature of
| the cheese business requires this profana-
| ton and sacrifice of you is pharisaical
sham it is a mockery and an insult to
common sense, as well as TO our God.
As though two mlkings of a herd could
not be set for butter or kept cool till
Monday, or converted into pork. If
! yen dary-maids refuse to submit, YOU
can control the usage, and thus YOU can
shame those christians who set you to
work aud then ride off to church to sing
| hymns and teach the Bible to children.
a humorous story is told of two
prominent members Of the House of
Representatives. When the onslaught
on slavery first began to assume formid-
able proportions in Congress, Joshua r.
! Giddhgs, of Ohio, and Jno. Snyder, of
Pennsylvania, the latter pro-slavery
democrat and the former abolition leader,
occupied one of the double desks then
in use. During the absence of his asso-
ciate, Snyder had board partition
placed down in the centre of the desk,
designed tosatirize the alleged disunion
schemes of his neighbor. Gidlngs was
surprised on his return, but was too fond
Of practical joke to be outwitted. He
had two slips printed in large type con-
tanning the well-known couplet
Great wit to madness nearly is allied.
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
These he posted on each side of thu
division. The laugh was now against
Snyder, and the partition was promptly
removed.