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Masters and Workmen

Masters and Workmen

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ISBN10: 1150045558
ISBN13: 9781150045554
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 56
Weight: 0.45
Height: 0.31 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1858 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER lV. SCEPTICISM. Has matter Innate motion, has it thought. Judgment and genius; has it framed those laws Which but to guess a Newton made immortal? Youiro. The mechanics' library was brightly lighted up with a blazing fire and cheerful gas, and newspapers and magazines were in the hands of decent-looking men, who, cleansed from the dust of the day's toil and invigorated by the evening meal, had come to enjoy an hour's reading. It was Monday evening. Harrison had sat down by the side of the fire, with his feet on the fender, and a newspaper in his hand; he had first begun to nod, then fallen fast asleep, and finally the paper had dropped from his grasp. As his heavy black head swung to and fro, there was a quiet laugh among the brisker readers, and James Collins remarked in a low tone, The effect of Sabbath work. Did you never fall asleep in your chair? asked Jackson, sneeringly. A working man is not so apt to do it when he gets one day in seven of perfect rest, was the reply. If he gets his sleep at all, it's little matter when said Jackson. If even it be when others are improving their minds? Baid Collins. That's his own look out; I suppose he may take which he likes best--in a free country, observed Jackson. Why, I think that would be a freer country where a man might take both replied Collins. I tell you, said Jackson it is just the avarice of the upper classes, as they call themselves, --grinding the poorer with toil, toil, endless toil. Let us have our holidays, and feasts, and shows, like France, and we'll be merry and sing like Frenchmen. Dance with the monkey one day, fight at the barricade another, and finding yourselves incapable of self-government, worship a despot the third, added a voice from another part of the roo...

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