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Show oo ALL KINDS OF PEOPLE IN A CITY. The great diversity of religious beliefs be-liefs and views to be -found in our cities Is emphasized by a communication communica-tion to one of the Salt Lake papers by Right Rev. Joseph S. Glass, Catholic Catho-lic bishop of the dIoceBe, in which he condemns dancing parties on Good Friday evening. His open letter follows. fol-lows. "As a new comer to our city, I trust that Ishall be pardoned for expressing my surprise, my utter astonishment, at the many dances taking place tonightGood to-nightGood Friday night I Is Salt Lake City so largely a city of unbelievers unbeliev-ers that the death of Christ upon the cross is nothing to us as a commonwealth? common-wealth? "Our cathedral tonight was packed with people, and Christians throughout through-out tho world stop today to commemorate commem-orate tho great fact of the death of Jesus Christ upon the cross. "Are there not enough Christians in Salt Lake City to command somo kind of general respect for the holiest rlnv rf thr vnnr.' "In the name of the Christians of this city, non-Catholic and Catholic 1 bog to enter a solemn protest against the wanton desecration of the day "Very faithfully yours, (Signed) "JOSEPH P. GLASS." In a community the size of Salt Lake, or even In Ogden, there Is to be found the believer and unbeliever, the devotee and Indifferent, and as a result re-sult no great church day holds the attention at-tention of all the people. There are thousands who do not know Good Friday Fri-day Is a day of great solemnity In many churches and they feel no conscientious con-scientious scruples Impelling them to observe the occasion. A man who has moved from the country to the city voices a protest against the city's irreverent mood, in the following: Sunday In the city with its fine display dis-play and show Aiu't it diff'r'nt from the Sunday that tho country people know! Different oh, so differential's its hurry and Its rush, From the simple, holy silence-and the God-lnsplred hush. Country folks remember, who have up an' moved t' town An' It makes us sort o lonesomelike when Sunday comes aroun'; Luggln' in your fashions, an' your do- in's, seems so odd, Like a worldly grant t' Satan an' a corapermise with God. Sunday In the city! Why, there's nary bell nor chime That a man can tune his heart with when It comes t' meetin' time! Not a sound, I reckon', turnln' worldly thoughts away, Makln' Sunday any different from most any other day! An' your city "meetin' "! Do y' s'pose your hired choir Sings their music any sweeter or their anthems any higher. Than the village singers who are only volunteer? Do y' s'pose that God don't listen 'cause they only sing by ear? Sunday in the country! Can't y' hear the meetin' bolls. Ringin' out upon the mornln', and the message that each tells? How the feast is waitin' an' the holy bread is broke An' the speerit "waits communion with the honest, simple folk? Can't y' hear th' slngin' an' the long endurln' prayer, . An' the lazy bees a-dronln through the open windows there? Can't y' see ''the "parunts with their young 'uns in between? Can't y hear the swish an' rustle of some ancient bombazine? City an' the country? Oh, we've always al-ways been apart! An' it ain't so much, I reckon, in the standards of our heart As it is In habits; why, I believe we both are good. An' we'd like each other better if we only understood. I ain't crltlcisin' how you keep your Sabbath days, For I 'spose the Lord considers that It's city folkses ways But I can't help a-thinkin' you'd be glorified and blest By a Sunday in the country with its holiness an' rest. |