The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-09-15

mothers and children are forced to throw
themselves into the jaws of Moloch to escape
starvation. When they are old or infrm
they are thrown into the street or the poor
house, and the rich man who has hired them
is guiltless, it is held, before God and man.
When the wheels of the machine stop the
whole race is driven to the public trough, to be
fed like cattle, until the shambles are again in
readiness" They know that they are
wretched. and yet have not the courage even
to hope that they shall ever be less miserable.
Where the type is perfect, as in England,
they are " without God and without hope"
In these palatial structures of industrial.
ism, in which the machine seems to be the
master and man the slave, even the power of
thought is made captive and bound in irons;
the great machine alone seems to live and be
the causeeof the automatic motion of the
human body. In the country, with the ex
pansive, cheering vault of heaven for his
covering, and Gods own sunshine thrilling
all nature with gladness and joy, the laborer
can sing at his task, and tighten the load Of
worldly care. that might weary his heart
in echoing back in cheering tones the voice of
natures gladness. When the laborer can
sing at his toll it relieves his heart and helps
him forget his physical WEAKNESS and aching
limbs. The slaves in the South, in the days
of their bondage, dismal as was their condi-
ton, relieved the sadness of their hearts in
their plaintive melodies, and forgot their
servitude, with all of its hardships and sor-
row, when chanting their own sad or joyous
songs among the cotton and the cane. In
the factory-mill man grows dumb, and works
like the horse or the OK, in silence. Rev.
erie itself, that sweet solace of the weary, is
not possible within this temple of Mammon.
The noise is desfening, the air heavy with
unwholesome odors. and the pale. weary
forms stand impassive, conscious that they
are bound to destinys wheel. The human
hand must keep time to ceaseless and meas
ured movement, which imposes silence and
causes the vast pile to tremble. The work is
never done and it never varies. A sadder
condition for man at his labor cannot be i'm
agined. And, if possible, sadder still is the
fate of the children of man 80 bound in
labor's chain. They never know the beauty
and charm of home. The poisoned air does
not sooner take the bloom from the cheek of
childhood than the presence of sin and mis-
cry withers the heart The children Of the
city Operative rush from the narrow quar-
ters and sitting air of the tenement house
into the street, and the cutters are their
Fairgrounds. The sounds that greet their
ears are the yells of the hswkers of wares.
and the blasphemous and obscene oaths of
the rabble. Through all the changing year
they see only the dirty street and the dingy
houses. Spring and summer and autumn
and winter, enacting as they pass over the
worlds great stage the divine drama of God
to soften and purify the human heart, come
and 60, and come again but for these poor
waits no flowers bloom, no birds sing, no
brook murmurs in the glade with sunfsh
playing in its ripping waters.
The love of liberty which Nature gives
never springs within their breast. They are
born in prison and will wear the chain of
servitude. Happy is the country child!
With bare head and bare feet he wanders
through wood and field, and all his dreams
Of peace and love gather round his mother
and the fireside at home. His rudy cheek
and eager eye tell of health and strength.
The sinews that throw the world are building
up in him. In little while you may push
him out into the open sea of life and he is
ready to battle with every storm. Let his
after-lot be what it will, he has had at the
outset twelve years of sweet liberty, and the
dews of this fair dawn will keep still some
freshness in his heart. No wonder, then,
that many of our greatest soldiers, our emil
nent statesmen, the leaders Of public opinion,
have come from the farm. Notwithstanding
this fact, however. there is prevailing long
ing among country boys to enter the busy
whirl of city life, and taste of the artificial
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told them the city will always provide.
They have heard of the poor country boy
who entered the city penniless and friend
less, but on whom kind fortune smiled until
he became the owner of millions and dwelt
in palace. 1t is part of the blessedness