Calling Things by Their Right Names.
By J. Clarke
A FEW days since, I was out hunting a stray cow, and often inquired of people whom I met, and in describing her, and when she left, I said, "She left the pasture last Saturday." I did this, not wishing to introduce my own views of the Sabbath, as I had little time to discuss, and did not wish to be odd, and many times during the day did I make this inquiry. Finally, I inquired of some people who make Sunday the Sabbath; and they replied, that although they had not seen the cow, yet they thought that as a drove had passed on the Sabbath, it was possible she had gone with the drove. I was now ashamed of my pusillanimous condescension, and determined hereafter not to be outdone by the votaries of error in outspoken, courageous clearness in my expressions; and I shall, with the help of God, call the seventh day the Sabbath, in all companies, and in any situation; and the name Saturday shall be used by me only as a word of explanation. When I think of that day's work, I feel ashamed. What a noble opportunity I had of speaking for truth! As often as I inquired, I might have set those of whom I asked information, to thinking like this: "That man calls Saturday the Sabbath; well, he is not ashamed of it. I wonder if it is not possible that he is correct." And who knows what conclusions might be reached?