Show my sunday sundal sunday morning again how many pleas pleast 1 ant brea breakfast fast tables it looks down up upon onNo si no need to hurry away to offic eor store stori or count ing g room fathers come leisurely down inin d dressing r e asing gown ai ald and ld slippers and bip sip elp bip their cof cot fee without danger of choking they r hey have time to look round and see how tall the children are growing and that nothing in thib this world is so beautiful as a rosy baby f fresh i esh froma slumber mother too has the old girlish smile that comes not often on a weekday or if it does father has not time to notice it and that perhaps after all is the reason it comes cordes seldom so seldom it is pleasant after eggs and coffee to sit comfortably down by the fire the centre of a ring of happy f faces aces aceb and hear bear the tha church bells chime lime enough yet to go a for this is the first bell church bells are not to my ear fran flan an impertinence one is a free agent I 1 am free to go which I 1 like to do you are free to stay if you prefer though I 1 may think arnis amis take I 1 dont say that I 1 should go every sunday to hear a man who was always binding doctrines together like bundles of dry sticks and thrusting them at his yawning hearers bearers I 1 want to hear a sermon that any poor soul who straggles into church from any by lane or alley I 1 ey can understand and carry nome home with himo hiro to bis big cellar or garret parre not a sermon that comes on chariot wheels but apt and with a warm lifelike life like grasp for every honest a aye e and dis dishonest honest bonest hand band in the assembly ye defaulter Je faulter or magdalen for who bade you slam heavens gate in their faces 1 I 1 want a hurban human sermon I 1 dont care what sadek or Zerub babel or did ages ago I 1 want tornow to know M and I 1 want somebody beside a theological bookworm to tell me somebody who is sometimes tempted and tried and is not too dignified to own it somebody like me who is a always sinning and repenting somebody who is glad and sorry and crie cries a arid laughs and eats eata and drinks and mants wants to fight nv when hen they are trodden on and dont the minister for me I 1 dont want a spiritual abstraction with stoney eyes and petrified fingers and no blood to battle with ith what credit is it to h lim him im to be proper how flow car can he understand me were there only such minister in the pulpit I 1 go to church either cither because my impatient feet would only beat a tattoo on the pew floor till service was over but thank god there are arel and while they thoy preach I 1 ahall shall go to bear them and arid come home better a and d happier for having done it so I 1 pray you dont abolish my sunday w whatever you may do with yours D dont 0 nt take away my blessed sunday breakfast when we all have time to love one another dont ta taie tale kc away the sabbath bells which I 1 so love to lo hear bear dont take away my human minister whose god is no tyrant and is better pleased to see us go smiling home from church than bowing wing our heads beads like a bulrush and groaning back to our dinners still all you anti antl aneisa b bat arians are mad to abolish sunday and no wonder tanny fanny fern |