The French Broad hustler. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1896-1912, 1907-07-11
John D. ROCKEFELLER'S PASTOR SAYS
~" WORKERS NEED A SUMMER VACATION
The 0lf Medicine That Will Rest the Body and Clear the Brain Is TO Be
~ Found in the Quiet Places OF the Country.
CITIES TOO BUSY And TOO CROWDED FOR RIGHT Lying and RIdHT THINKING

New York City. = The Rev. DR..
Charles F. Aked, the high salaried
pastor brought from England by
John D. Rockefeller, preached his
last sermon for the summer at the
Fifth Avenue Baptist Church, and
advised the members of his congre-
cation to get out of town, rest, for
get troubles, debts, newspapers, tele-
phones and business. City life of to-
day, especially in such cities as New
York, is almost enough to drive men
crazy, said DR.. Aked, and the only
medicine that will rest the body and
clear the brain is to be found in the
quiet places Of the country.
There has been no day in the his
tory Of the world when such counsel
was more needed than to-day" he
said. There are no people on the
face Of the whole earth who have
cause to heed it and profit by it
than we. Our cities are too vast and
too crowded.
"Man, like the other animals, was
meant for the fresh air and the open
fields, for the storms, the SHOWS and
the sunshine. But he claps a stone
@ down over his head, sets it in the
midst Of a hundred thousand other
stone boxes as ugly as his own,
stretching away in bewildering
squares and parallelograms, shutting
gu Gods air and light, until he is
ready to faint on a warm day and
freeze on g cold one, and die of pneu-
monla-or terror-if the east wind
blows upon him.
This crowded, rushing, pushing,
crushing city life gets on our nerves.
We live too fast. We live faster than
men ever lived before. We live more
than t~wenty-four hours in the day
and more than seven days in the
week. We burn the candle at both
ends, and then, for fear that our
neighbor will get ahead of us, we
light it in the middle, too. We are
consumed by the fever of living. We
exhaust u vital energies in unend-
Ing stress and strain.
We have no time to think. It is
as much as we a be expected to do
II we earn bread and cheese and lay
by a pound or two against a rainy
day. The great majority of Us are
Just as capable of flying as we are of
thinking. Leisure for quiet contem-
piation Of the world which we live in
IS denied us. There is no grass be-
meath our feet, no blue sky over our
head. The world of trees and flow
ers and singing birds is not for us.
Art and poetry and gentle culture ex-
Est only in a world of dreams. While
II we once gave ourselves pause to
mediate upon the deep things of
God and the soul, on time and its
meaning, life and it's mysteries, heav-
en- and the glories which we thrust
carl F#
The Injunction which insults me
every time l travel in the subway is:
Step lively, now! Hurry up, there!'
Hurry by all means, for we could not
live if we did not kill ourselves to
set somewhere else"
Dir. Aked repeated Lewis Morris
N~ETensong," and said: There is one
consideration which we cannot es-
cape. What Of the myriads of our
brethren pent up in mean streets,
prisoners of the counting house and
The shops, slaves of the mill and the
mine, of the poor and heavy laden of
every 1amP1aSS class tn whom those