The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1877-03-08
THE NOBILITY OF LABOR.

There is one impress of legitimate
nobility stamped upon everything
worth preserving or remembering
either for its beauty or usefulness, in
all the univesse. The blue sheet OF
sky, spangled with the glowing finger
marks of God peering down into the
darkness of the night, like eyes that
are lidless and never sleep; tie
meteor gliding millions of miles with
flashing beauty, and consuming itself
with its own burning magDifcence
the quencbless sun raining its light
and heat upon the earth the III fountain
range lifting its whitened peaks into
the clouds, and with it's grandeur
breaking the monO,ony of the land.
scape; the blooming valley with its
gorgeous apparel of flowers and yer-
dure !; the brook and the rivulet; the
cascade and cataract, and the turbulent
ocean; the quiet dell, the boistrous
volcano, hurting its moulten madness
at the skies, and 81 reading Kissing,
burning death at its base, and twisting
tongues of fire that stream from the
darkness, and lick the clouds, and
glare among the mountain tops, and
frolic over the plains; the intricate
machinery of the human body, deli
cate as spiders web, yet housing the
peerless and most priceless gem that
sea, or sky, or mountain ever boarded /;
the rude cross of Calvary dripping
with the blood of God, and arched
with a sweet rainbow of promise to
man. all bear this shining signet of no.
bility-the nobility of labor-the labor
Of Eternal Thou ht.
Blood never makes a nobleman.
The blood of the king is as poor as
that of the peasant, and often poorer
The blood of the antocrat, whose wor-
ship shakes kingdom and whose nod
awes continent, is not more crimson
or of greater virtue than the serf's
which the autocrat despises. Birth
never endows nobility. The magnifi-
cence OF the cradle or the tinted fres-
Going and gorgeous drapery of the
palace never created rank He alone
is a nobleman who has made the
world better and happier for having
lived, who has iringed the clouds with
silyery beauty, planted the rose and
watered it into bloom upon The desert
waste, beautified the forest wilds or
gathered the splendors OF the valley
into charming symmetry. There are
millions OF noblemeh's graves over
which tear was meyer shed, and
which time has leveled to the even
surface of the prairie, but from which |
streams back through centuries the |
glow of nobility which charms |
world into humble worship of its SUBJ
Unity and genuine worth. Many a /
man has died unhonOred and unsung
who lett in every footprint from his |
to the tomb rich and bril-
liant legacy to the world, which was |
not baptized in the sweat of honest |
toll. From mental and physical eX-
ertion the earth has been made to
blossom, the seas have been covered
with life, civilization has shot its sun
shine into the gloom of rudeness and
Christianity has rained its softness on
the world. On every field that bears
a tempting harvest on its breast, on
every brick in every building that was
ever reared, on every book of value
that was ever written ,On every thought
that burns to light the world, in every
workshop, and mine, and furnace and
factory-wherever labor sweats, are
written the credentials of nobility
[ Western Rural.