The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1893-04-13

their lives, of the forces that gave the
formation of character and the course OF
their development in life, and it is q
mass of tangled superstition rather than
the guidance of compass or the friend
ly rays Of the lighthouse of knowledge.
Recount some Of the vile ideas that dom
mate the lives of these people. A black
cock is highly priced, as its presence pre-
vents the ravages of bogies and war
locks To hear a cuckoo cry before
breakfast is an i'll omen. II is fortunate
for the housewife If brood of chickens
all come off the nest cock birds; it is in
dicative Of coming prosperity. The mag
pie is the particular horror OF the Scotch
people:
One Is sorrow, two mirth,
Three wedding, four birth,
Five heaven, six hell,
Seven the de'il's ainsel'.
II you first see the new moon with your
hands empty, you will be unfortunate for
q month. If you see COW lick any Of
her feet, you will at once hear OF 0
death. To see snail on the bare ground
is bad omen. To see one on the grass is
a sign of a plentiful year. The sudden
loss Of hair is the sign Of the loss of chill
dren, health or property. To dream of
ones teeth falling out is the sure sign Of
the death of friend. The shrinking OF
meat in the pot while cooking presages
downfall in life. If it should swell, you
will be prosperous. 1t is unluclzy to be
recalled after having set out on jour-
ney to be told of something you have
forgotten, but you can destroy the spell
by at once taking meat and drink. When
you first put on coat, If you will place
money in the right hand pocket, you will
not know want, but if you by mistake
place it in the left hand pocket you will
be in need as long as the coat is worn.
Such are the forces that dominate the
minds of thousands and hundreds Of
thousands. They will not believe in the
divinity of Christ, and yet they steer life
by the crotchet of superstition.
BLUNDERs OF THE LABOR LEADERS.
Third-The ceaseless cry of the worlds
millions today is the cry Of their needs.
Christ looked upon this crowd. He was
moved with infinite compassion at their
distress and their blind helplessness.
The same is true of the cry today. 1t
should move every heart to pity, to love,
to the furthest exercise of all the forces
of love in active life to rescue. AS they
were scattered then they are scattered
today. They do not know what they
want. They do not know what they need.
They have no real leaders. They would
be better off often with no leader ut all
than those they have. They do not know
their own friends. They did not know
them in the days of Jesus. They have not
learned to know them in tho centuries
that have rolled over the earth since then.
The pharisees cursed and killed Jesus,
and the people stood by boholding-the
people for whom he had lived, to whom
he had ministered, upon whose needs
he had poured out his life in loving sac
rifce, in whose homes he had moved
with boundless sympathy, scattering the
light of eternal truth wherever he went.
And yet the people cried, with evil lead
ers, "Crucify him."
Under the inspiration of great work,
Mr.. Edward Bellamy has practically
given his life to the cause Of these suf-
fering masses. He has lost thousands of
dollars in his work. He has made the
greatest sacrifices to pursue that work.
And yet what do the masses care? Moth
ing. They scarcely know Bellamy. He
received letter the other day from one
Of the people who had read his book and
who had read for few months his
paper, The New Nation. He wrote to
stop the paper, saying that he had be-
come thoroughly converted now to the
principles, and he was in no need Of any
further expense in the way Of paper.
/ have devoted weeks and months in
this pulpit to the expression in the most
vigorous language possible Of the wrongs
of the laboring masses in America, for
which / have been criticised most Sc
verely by tho conservative world of
strength and capital. 1t is amusing rs
well as sad for me to receive from week
to week copies Of labor papers in which
low and villainous paragraphs are penned
by their ignorant editors against me
simply because l am minister. The
trouble is they do not know their own
needs. They do not know their own
friends, and in their ignorance they are
incapable Of Judging.
RAILING AT THEIR BENEFACToRs
Hyde park in London is given on Sun
day afternoons to all sorts of meetings.
Some time ago radical speaker called
a crowd under the trees and was urging
anarchy on them when brougham
passed in which sat white haired old
man. The fine horses and liveried serv-
ants, the crest upon the door, all kin
died the orators rage to frenzy. "This
is the kind of man that preys upon you,"
he shrieked. Here is one Of the tyrants
OF the poor" He was astonished by
good natured burst of laughter from the
crowd. The old man in the brougham
was one of the most loved men in all
England, known throughout the empire
for his charities, his unceasing efforts
and large expenditures Of money to up
lift the poor and especially the laboring
classes. 1t happened that the mob knew
this man. They join in railing at thou
sands of whom they do not happen to
know.
AS they were distressed in Christ's
day, so they are distressed today. SO
they bear burdens gIievous to be borne.
So they tramp in the dull, ceaseless
round Of uninterested toll, without hope
or leisure or joy. How infinitely pa
thetio was the suicide Of that old bank
messenger who had been slave of
work 50 long that it was impossible at
last for him TO live save in the ceaseless
round of his TOLL He had thought of
nothing, he had dreamed Of nothing, he
had lived nothing, he had been nothing,
save laboring machine, until, at the
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