The Labor enquirer., 1885-02-07


amount Of our popular religion. 1t ls
emphatically the cause Of God-the rep
reeentativs cause Of Christ in this coun-
try and in this generation In the ma
jority of churches how is it treated ?
Alas, Christ is delivered over to his MUIR
derers. MRs. H. G. GARNER.
A Word to the Prosperous.
For The Enquirer.
Into the charmed circle of peaceful,
quiet home where comfort reigns, where
love cements warm, generous hearts, and
all that is beautiful finds ready apprecia-
tion, it seems almost sacrilege to bring
rude. ringing, disturbing thoughts, how
ever true they may be. The restful calm
of good home is very sweet, and under
its influence it is very easy for the in
mates to glide along in blissful uncon-
seiousness of cruelty, wrong and injustice.
They may know that such things be,
but they are far away and vague, and if
we urge their existence too strongly we
are dangerous people," ''cranks," and
must be got rid of.
But it will not do; q few cannot forever
pursue pleasant lives while the struggle
for life is 80 terrible among their fellow
creatures. 1t is not in the nature of
things that few should
.Be carried to the skies
On fowery beds of ease,
While Others fight to win the prize.
And sail through bloody seas"
These moderately successful people
who never come in direct contact with
suffering and want, who dimly presume
that the people who don't succeed are
themselves to blame, will be brought to
a realizing sense OF. the wrongs under
which humanity suffers, whether they
will or no, Though we fain would spare
them, the hard, cruel facts will sooner or
later shake their peaceful. homes to their
center. They may shudder and shrink
when we speak Of these things, and we
may cease disturbing them rather than
become tiresome croakers, but the storm
RACES and gathers force just the same.
Better be warned in time, peaceful
dreamers Better heed the means of
your suffering brothers while yet reason
has chance to assert itself. Better no
longer shut out the distant mutterings
Of discomfort. whileyou bask in the soft
glow of home fires and fancy all is peace,
or, like the jewellers in Byron's poem,
you to will be too rudely awakened.
"a thousand hearts beat happily
and when Is
Music rose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to those that spake
again,
And all went nerrv as a marriage bell.
But, hush Hark A deep sound
% strikes like rising knell.
Did ye not hear it? No, twas but the
wind, % .lfts
Or the car rattling over the stony
On with the dancel Let JOY be un-
confined %
No sleep till morn when, youth and
beauty meet,
To chase the glowing hours with flying
feet
But, bark That heavy sound breaks in
once more, eEsEa&.
Asif the clouds its echo would repeat"
We would evade this terrible awaken
ing if ifpossible. The word, dynamite" ;"
has an ominous sound and ease-loving'
people tremble and wonder that any can
be so savage as to utter it. But they can
silence the sound if they will; not by
police, gatling guns and militia, however.
but by taking interest in the mighty
questions now pushing themselves to the
front; by coming outside their. happy
and comfortable homes and looking
about on the way their fellow beings are
forced to live; by realizing that $4,000
men out of employme ent in one city
means something beside individual shift
Iessness; by imagining what the effect
of thousands of children raised in facto-
ries and mines is likely to have on future
generations !; by thinking what dire want
of food and shelter and clothing really
is; by remembering that the creators of
food, shelter and clothing are the very
ones who suffer for lack of them and that
those who possess vast accumulations of
the necessaries of life really did nothing
toward their creation, and by giving en-
couragement and sympathy to those who
would reason the way into higher and
better condition. ."z El
1t is no use to cry "peace, peace, when
there is no peace" No use to shut out
the rising storm when It's sure, sooner
or later, to burst over our heads. We
are part of the human race; we. cannot
escape its fate, do what we will. We can
only join the onward march or be over
whelmed by its irresistible progress.
LIZZIE M. SwANK.
To His Old Friends. ,4n.as
"a. B. Baird, formerly of the firm Of f.
Smith & Co., Golden, Colorado, has ac-,
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