. Yesterday, I cut out of a paper this: "One of
the pleasantest incidents recorded in a long time is reported from
Sheffield, England. The wages of the men in the iron works at
Sheffield are regulated by a board of arbitration, by whose decision
both masters and men are bound. For some time past the iron and steel
trade has been extremely unprofitable, and the employers can not,
without much loss, pay the wages fixed by the board, which neither
employers nor employed have the power to change. To avoid this
difficulty, the workmen in one of the largest steel works in Sheffield
hit upon a device as rare as it was generous. They offered to work for
their employers one week without any pay whatever. How much better
that plan is than a strike would be."

But you go with me and I will show you--not so far off as Sheffield,
England--factories, banking-houses, storehouses, and costly
enterprises where this Christ-like injunction of my text is fully
kept, and you could no more get the employer to practice an injustice
upon his men, or the men to conspire against the employer, than you
could get your right hand and your left hand, your right eye and your
left eye, your right ear and your left ear, into physiological
antagonism. Now, where is this to begin? In our homes, in our stores,
on our farms--not waiting for other people to do their duty. Is there
a divergence now between the parlor and the kitchen? Then there is
something wrong, either in the parlor or the kitchen, perhaps in both.
Are the clerks in your store irate against the firm? Then there is
something wrong, either behind the counter, or in the private office,
or perhaps in both.

The great want of the world to-day is the fulfillment of this
Christ-like injunction, that which He promulgated in His sermon
Olivetic. All the political economists under the arch or vault of the
heavens in convention for a thousand years can not settle this
controversy between monopoly and hard work, between capital and labor.
During the Revolutionary War there was a heavy piece of timber to be
lifted, perhaps for some fortress, and a corporal was overseeing the
work, and he was giving commands to some soldiers as they lifted:
"Heave away, there! yo heave!" Well, the timber was too heavy; they
could not get it up. There was a gentleman riding by on a horse, and
he stopped and said to this corporal, "Why don't you help them lift?
That timber is too heavy for them to lift." "No," he said,