The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-08-17
Work.

culture says: Work, labor, elthe
with hands or head, or both united
is the means by which the man, tn
soul, the heart, the mind, all evolv
and unfold themselves and displa,
their capacities and capabilities
Unexerted minds are buried cities
Their towers, their domes, anC
minerets, their arches, and gOrgeou
palaces may sleep there, but they
are away from sight, buried away
and until the magic OF labor un
covers them they are as if they wer,
not. Work swells weak arms
brightens dull eyes lightens heavy
limbs, stimulates dropping energies
weakens slumbrous aspirations
quickens arduous warnings, lifts VI
desparing ambition, and stick!
brighter feathers in the wings Of
hope. Work makes the conscience
easier and the passions less. i
makes the heart warmer, as it makes
the body stronger. 1t makes the
mind quicker as it makes the steT
firmer One who does not work
does not live, does not love, does
not enjoy. For living is growing
becoming better, ascending, develop
ing, maturing. Loving is the aggre-
CATION, the sum of all the excellen-
cies of living; and enjoying is the
contemplation of all these excel
lences, those labors heightened, God
crowned capacities.
He who Iabors, rises, shines and
becomes beautiful in his own light.
He who does not, wallows in the
slough of his own mixing, in the
mire of his own stupidity and gross
ness. His limbs are weak, and his
mind is dull. His hands are white,
while his soul is black. He is a
lOathsOme sore on the back of in
dustry, which, however disagreeable,
it is compelled to carry. He is a
rusty nail in the heel of progress, a
heavy, putrid obstruction in the
great highway of intelligence. No
one who labors can be long a crimi-
nal; no one who idles can be long
honest. / never locked smoke
house against a laboring man. 1
never saw a lOafer that l would trust
with a dollar. The devil never fol-
lows where a plOwman steps, but
has the closest grip for the idle
hand. He finds his chief generals
in idle ranks.
Industry transforms a shanty
from filth to beauty; idleness would
allow hogs in a palace. Industry
should be respected in its most
humble forms, while title should
not be allowed to conceal the filth
and slime of idleness.
None but the industrious ever
achieved greatness, while the great
est have fallen from dissipation and
Idleness. Industry makes dullness
glitter and CLEAN; idleness would
stain and smother the brightest in
Jellect that ever blazed. Industry
gilds and decorates whatever it
louches; idleness pollutes wherever
t falls. l never fear the hand that !
abors; it is the soft hand that stabs |
or money. have no fear for in
lustrious boys however mischiev-
ous. Labor will regenerate them. |
But the idler however quiet and |
harmless, will finally drop into vi
.ious crimlnality. The devil never
'entured on a man who held a grub
ling hoe in his hand; and girl
With n dish-rag and scrub broom
an kill more evil tendencies than a
lundren deacons. An idle girl is
shoulder braced bundle
# disease, weakness and frivolity;
,irl who works is "a thing of beauty
md a joy for somebody.
Then let your watchword be labor,
ct your religion be practice, let your
Practice be constant, upward, striv-
ne; let your mind be ever contriv-
no, let your hand be ever doing, let
our thoughts flow only in the
rooves of progress; let your heart
ovet only that comfort that follows
Industrious effort. Then will your
'hoie being he fruitful with useful
css, then is the mind hot with
thoughts of fire; then is the heart
ch with spiritual melody; then i
ne face radiant with angel-brought
then is The hand bright
it'll good deeds; then Is the life re
llgent with blushing waves of glory
nd honor. Then is Gods smile
pom you, His benevolence ready to
ceive YOU and His bounty waiting
re ward you.
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