Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-04-25


what rheumatisms for the muscles, an,
what neuralgias for the nerves. Nstur,
In time srraigns every such culprit a
her bar and presents against him al
indictment Of one hundred counts, anC
convicts him on each one Of them.
The laws Of nature will not stop thei
action because -Tnen may be ignorant O
them. Disease, when it comes to do it
work, does not ask whether you under
stand hygiene or pathology or materii
medica. If there were not so many lie
written on tombstones and in obituariei
you would see what multitudes of th'
worlds inhabitants are slain in their at
teInpts to escape the necessity of toll
Men cross oceans and continents, anC
climb the Alps, and sit under the sky o.
Italy or the shadow of Egyptian pyra
mid, and go down into ancient ruins
and bathe at Baden Baden, and com'
home with the same shortness of breath
and the same poor digestion, and thu
same twitching Of the nerves, when a
home with their own spade they nigh
have dug health out of the ground o.
with their own ak hewn health out of ;
log, or with their own scythe garnereC
health from the grain field.
FOOLISH PRIDE ABOUT WORK.
There are many who estimate the
srespectability of an occupation by the
little exertion it demands, and would
not have their children enter any EN-
/ ployment where their hands may bt
soiled; forgetting that laborer's over
alls are just as honorable as a priest:
[ robes and an anvil is just as respectable
as pulpit. Health flies from the bed
of down and says, II cannot sleep here;'
and from the table spread with ptar.
migan and epicurean viands, saying, -
| cannot eat here;" and from the vehicle
Of soft cushions and easy springs, say.
| ing, 81 cannot ride here" and from
| houses luxuriously warmed and uphol-
stored, saying, 81 cannot live here;" and
some day you meet Health, VINO declined
all these luzuriant places, walking in
the plow's furrow, or swelteriug beside
the kissing forge, or spinning among the
looms, or driving dray or timing roof
or carrying hods of brick up the ladder
of wall.
Furthermore, notice that Incidence
endangers the soul. Satan makes his
( chief conqdests over men who either
have nothing to do, or, if they have, re-
fuse to do IL. There is legend that st.
Thomas, years after Christ's resurrec-
ton, began again to doubt, and he
went to the apostles and told them
about his doubts. Each apostle looked
at him with surprise and then said he
must be excused for he had not time to
listen any longer. Then st. Thomas
went to the devout women of his time and
expressed his doubts. They gaid they
were sorry but that they had no time to
listen. Then st. Thomas concluded
that it was because they were so busy
that the apostles and the devout women
had no doubts.
Idleness not only leads man into
associations which harm his morals, but
often thrusts upon him the worst kind
of skepticism. Loafers are almost al
ways inidels, or fast getting to be-.
Consummate idlers never read the Bible,
and if they appear in church can be
distinguished in an audience Of a thou
sand by their listlessness, for they are
too lazy to hear. IL is not so much
among occupied merchants, Industrious
mechanics and professional men always
busy that you hear the religion of Jesus
maligned, as in public lounging places,
given up to profanity and disscluteness.
They have no sympathy with the Book
that says, LET him that stole steal no
more; but rather let him labor, working
with his hands the thing which is good,
that he may have to give to lin that
needeth."
never knew man given up to thor
ough idleness that was converted. ST.
mon and Andrew were converted while
fishing and Lydia while selling purple,
and the shepherds of Bethlehem watch
ing their focks heard the voice Of angels,
and Gideon was thrGshiug on the thrash
ing floor, but no one Was ever converted
with his hands in his pockets. Let me
tell the idler that there is no hope for
him either in this world or the world
which is to come. If the Son of God,
who owned the whole universe, worked
in the carpenter shop Of Joseph, surely
we, who own so little yet want 80 much,
ought to be busy. The redeemed in
heaven are never idle. What exciting
songs they singI
On what messages of lovo they fly
through all the universe, fulfilling Gods
high behests and taking worlds in one
circuit, rushing with infinite fierceness
against sin and cruelty and oppression,
and making the gates of hell to quake at
the overthrow Of the principalities of
darkness, and in the same twinkle of an
eye speeding back to their thrones with
the news of sinners repentant. The
River of Life is ever flowing, and the
palms ever waving, and the hallelujahs !
ever rising, and the harps ever sound
ing, and the temple always open, and
the golden streets always a-rush with |
chariots of salvation, and the last place |
which you ought ever to want 10 go to |
Is heaven unless you want TO be busy.
SORE Mixed or WORKERS.
Alas, my hearers, that in this world |
there should be SO many loungers and so
few workers. We go into the vineyard |
of the church and we hear the arbor
yroan under the heft Of the vines, and
lhe clusters hanging down, large and I,
lhiek and ripe, cluster against cluster.
lairer than the punches Of Eshcol and
Engedi, and at a touch they will turn
nto wine more ruddy than that Of Lib
mus and Helbon. But where are the
men 10 gather the vintage and tread the
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