New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-10-25
TO-DApS REST.

1t is wholesome regulation that we rest one
day in seven. Being wholesome and salutary' 1t
is a part of religion-nOt creed religion or the
ology. but the religion of its derivation of OBJ
legation; of binding back-to observe 1t. SO II
we rest to-day, as some of us will who help in
the production of the Sunday morning paper
Or if we rested yesterday, as they did who will
produce tomorrow mornings paper, all alike
are recognizing that universal religion, large
enough to include all races and all creeds, which
measures and meets the needs of all mankind.
Just how we shall rest each one may decide
for himself: liberty of choice not always en-
loved by Christendom Into the darkened day
which honest narrowness made of it for 50 many
wears there has come the light that broke in
upon the Pharsees one Sabbath morning in
Capernaum when lie, who spake as never man
spake, tod them to their wondering surprise :
1.-THE Sabbath was made for man, and not man
for the Sabbath" We may rest ourselves in
any reasonable way without feeling the letters
of meddlesome legal restraint or being chafed
by the stiffness and starch OF convention.
And vet, with all our freedom of choice Of
methods, we Americans do not find it easy to
rest Our speed for all the other six days is so
rapid and constant that it seems somehow to
wear us out more to put on brakes than to keep
going. Hurry and restlessness, partly the con-
tagion of surroundings, but largely inherited
tendencies, and so the more deeply rooted, are
80 much Il habit that it almost wrenches us to
rest. All about lis every day there is such run
ming hther and thither in what seems aimlesS
confusion; and there are so many noises, that
when pause comes and stiffness falls it startes
rather than relieves us. This complicated ma
chine of which we are the individual parts does
not seem to us in the midst of it to be running
at all smoothly. Much Earring and quaking
there is grating of unadjuSted cogs, swaying
of wheels out of balance and catter of shafts
out of plumb, ungraceful movement of eccen-
tries and rattle Of things out of gear, loud sedge
hammering by blacksmithing refOrmers and no
end of political thinkers tiptoeing around the
loose Joints with soft sawder Alanifestly, to
the observing eye, a chaotic tumble of things
out of order to the listening ear a vast inhar-
mony and tumult of dscord. Spite Of all that
science teaches, the world seems more trm-
bling rhombOd than a rolling sphere.
And yet, is it an altogether idle fancy that
somewhere in the interstellar spaces there is
a point from which this world of ours seems
really round and all its movements orderly,
where all these jarring discOrds that so distract
us now, blend in one harmonious note, the music
of the spheres; keynote may it not be of the
song the morning stars sing together when
Christ is born? Vaster vision that than comes
to the
t. watcher OF the skies
When a planet swims into his KEN"
or that came to
e. stout Cortcz. when with eagle eyes
lie stared at the Paclfc-and all his men
Looked at each other with wild surmisc--
silent npOn peak In Darcn'
1t rebukes our conceit of ourselves to think
that from that far point among the stars we
little strutting fellows. so important here and
now, are less than little to the sight-are lost :;
but lot lis catch the higher and better thought
that with self ont of sight Humanity-Man-
uniyersal-symmetrcal- gOdlike-emerges.