Dublin Review; A Quarterly and Critical Journal Volume 42

Dublin Review; A Quarterly and Critical Journal Volume 42

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 edition. Excerpt: ...of the all-gracious Creator are in great measure frustrated by the influence of a selfish and narrow-minded superstition. Practically, the English (and of course all that is true of the English is far truer of the Scotch) Sunday is a day neither of rest, recreation, nor religion. The rest of the British Sunday is too often mere idleness; its recreation mere vicious indulgence; its religion a service more burthensomc than even the labour it is meant to replace. Whether we take the London or the country Sunday of the British Protestant, the picture we have just given alike admits of forcible illustration. What is the Sunday of the higher circles in the metropolis? A day of indolence and dissipation (at least of mind) to the master and mistress, and to the servant, of work like other days. A late breakfast, a tedious hour and half in the pew or gallery of a fashionable chapel, luncheon, a drive in the parks, a late dinner-party, and perhaps a "conversazione" to wind up the day. Such a Sunday is anything but a "Sabbath," whether for man-servant, maid-servant, cattle, or the stranger within our gates. The "Fourth Commandment," so conscientiously enforced against the poor mechanic and artizan, is ridden over with triumphant scorn by their rich and noble superiors. Pass now to a Sunday in the country. Here, indeed, you have a less open violation of the rule which makes that day a day of rest; but how stands the matter as regards either recreation or religion? Work, indeed, is suspended, but it is in favour of languor and listlessness, and not of anything which can be called rest. The piano-forte mute, the innocent game proscribed, conversation at fault, the parents yawning in opposite arm-chairs, an awful silence...show more

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  • Paperback | 210 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 11mm | 386g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236957393
  • 9781236957399