The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1892-05-11
Indeed their employers

OF their duties Indeed their employers
and neighbors expect this amusement
or occasional season of frolic and was
sail Some of the best workmen and
mott slSillful artisans have this mode Of
conducting themselves, but, as the time
rolls on, the season of dissipation be-
comes more prDtracted and the season
of steadiness and sobriety more limited,
until the employer becomes more dis
gusted and the man is given up to con-
tinual and ruinous idleness. When
that point has arrived he rushes to
destruction with astonishing velocity.
When man with wrong proclivities OF
appetite has nothing to do, no former
self-respect or moral restraint or the
The only safety for man who feels
himself under the fascination of any
form of temptation is an employment
which affords neither recreation nor
holiday. Nothing can be more unfor-
tunate for a man of evil inclination
than an occupation which keeps him
exceedingly busy during part of the
year and then leaves him for weeks and
months entirely unemployed. There
are many men who can not endure pro-
tracted leisure. The are like fractions
steeds that must constantly be kept to
the load, for weeks quiet makes them
intractable and uncomfortable. Bad
habits produce idleness and idleness
produces bad habits.
The probability is that you will either
have to give up your loose indulgences
or else give up your occupation. Sin
will take all enthusiasm out of your
work and make you sick of life's drudg-
cry, and though now and then between
your seasons of dissipation you may
again in the chase of some high and noble
end, even though you catch the game,
rouse up to sudden activity and start
you will sink back into slothfulness be-
fore you have roasted that which you
took in hunting. Bad habits unfit man
for everything but politics.
Now, what are the results of indo-
lence? A marked consequence of this
vice is physical disease. The health
ness of the whole natural world de-
ponds upon activity. The winds, tossed
and driven in endless circuits, scatter
ing the mists from the mountains and
scooping out death damps from the
caves and blasting the miasma of
swamps and hurting back the fetid at
mosphere of great cities, are healthy,
just because of their swiftness and I'M
controllableness of sweep. But, after a
while, the wind falls and the hot sun
pours through it, and when the leaves
are still and the grain fields bend not
once all day long, then pestilence smites
it's victims and digs trenches for the
dead. The fountain, born far up In
the wild wood of the mountain,
comes down brighter for every obstacle
against which it is riven, and singing a
new song on every shelf of rock over
which it bounds till it rolls over the
water-wheols in the valley, not
ashamed to grind corn, and runs
through the long grass of the meadow,
where the willows reach down to dip
their branches and the unyoked oxen
come at eventide to cool. Healthy
water! Bright water! Happy water
While some stream, too lazy any more
to run, gathers itself into wayside
pool where the swine wallow, and filthy
insects hop over the surface, and rep
tiles crawl among the ooze, and frogs
utter their hideous croak, and by day
and by night there rises from the foul
mire and green scum, fever and plague
and death. There is an endless activity
under foot and overhead. Not one four
o'clock in the tlower-bed, not one fly on
the window-pane, not one squirrel
gathering food from the cones of the
white pine, not one rabbit feeding
on clover-tops, not one drop fall
ing in the shower, not one
minnow dancing in the sea, not
one quail whistling from the grass,
not one hawk cawing in the sky, but is
busy now and is busy always, fulfilling
his mission as certainly as any monarch
on earth or any angel in Heaven. You
hear the shout of the plow-boys busy in
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trees on the harrow, but you do not
know that there is more industry in the
earth upturned and in the dumb vege
tation under foot than in all that yo,
see. If you put your ear to a lump o.
riven sod you may hear nothing in the
roots and spicule of grass, but there
are at work spades and cleavers and
pilc-drivcrs and battering rams and in
ternecine wars. do not wonder that
the lively fancy of the ancients saw
in the inanimate creation around Floras
and Pomonas and Graces and Faun'
and FAIRIES and Satyrs and Nymphs
Everything is Busy. Nothing i:
inanimate except the mar who can no.
SEQ the life and hear the music. At tn,
creation the morning stars sang togeth
err, but they were only the choir which
was to lead all the stars and all thu
mountains and all the seas in Cod
worship. All natural objects seem a
one and the same time uniting in worl
and joy and worship. In Gods creation
there is no pause in either the worship
or the work or the joy. Amid all nat
ural objects at one and the same time i
is Hallow Zen and Whit Sunday an,
Ash Wednesday and All Saints Day
All the healthy beauty of that which
we see and hear in the natural world i
dependent upon activity and unrest
Men will be healthy-intellectu
morally and physically-only upon tn
condition of an active industry.
know men die every day of overwork.
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is an unknown territory. Only ont
| white man has ever made the tourney