The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1879-07-17
Work. Wnrk, Work.

1.-THE latest Gospel in this world is, know
thy work and do it."-Thos. Carlyle.
"Oh, how I hate to work." said our
young friend. Life was just opening
up her beautiful vistas to those bright
young eyes whose vision had scarcely
covered the uneventful experience of
eighteen years, and, as those words
dropped with lazy drawl from those
lips from which we had heard nobler
sentiments, our mind was startled into
intense and active thought. Hate
work! Hate work." How those words
echoed and re-echoed through the
chambers of thought. Work, work,
work, ever work. What is work to
the many, who, through sweat of fbody
and sweat of brain, toll along up the
hill of life? The question asked must
find its answer and thus revolving the
problem in our mind, memory re-
ferred to the question which opens
this article, and again to those words
of Holy Writ, "Whatsoever thy hands
find to do, do it with thy might"
How far reaching was the wise pro-
visions made by our Creator when he
ordained that, "In the sweat of thy
face shalt thou eat bread" In the
vast endless industries which give em-
ployment to the toiling millions
throughout our land, we see the truth
of Gods fiat
Toll on, sweat ever, We honest sons
and daughters of earth, ye are but
working out the great problem of
life," and, in it, have you found peren-
nial nobleness. There is a dignity in
work which the pampered son of idle
ness and wealth may never feel. They
rot and rust in wanton ease, while
honest labor rears its head in proud
disdain for she has letters patent a
royal seal to her mobility and ever
finding in the sacred fountain work, a
bubbling spring of life, she keeps green
upon her brow, the laurels she has
won through toll and generous strife.
There is a purityin even the mean-
est work which gives character and
tone to the mind Of him who labors.
The fever of passion cools, the wild.
strange fancies which spring to being
in idle hours, take rapid flight. Calm
and serene, the mind at ease, once
more flows in a nobler, purer current.
1.-THE man is now man." The warm,
the glowing heat Of toll, strife and
sweat were the crudble in which were
burned the dross and the poison which
late infused the mind.
Noble, pure and sacred work. Dig
nifty consecrates ADMISSION. Through
thy channels run a golden thread
whose magic band binds up the bruised
heart. and often draws by gentle un-
seen force the mind to harmonize with
nature and natures God in all the va.
ried laws which rule the universe OF
thought. Action stirs the soul, and,
| though its constant friction starts
within the heart, that sacred flame OF
love, which blazing high, finds its re.
Election in the throne of Diety. Nature
tolls with hands Unseen, and though
we see not the principles involved, we
know that she is ieonstantly at work
with all her forcd in harmony, ant
vegetable and animal growth and de
cay goes forever on under the directing
hand of the Divine Architect, anc
shall the crowning glory of the Gre
ator's hand, bearing his image, disdair
to toll No never. Take up thy tast
with firm unfiinchlng step, press for
ward in the race, resolved to wiz
bright laurels for thy crown.
G. Z. II.