Do We Live in the Nineteenth Century.
By Editor
A few days ago we received a pamphlet entitled, "THE Sabbath, a Festival: appointed for recreation and enjoyment." This document is written by a man who calls himself a clergyman, and is no more nor less than an argument for the desecration of the Sabbath. The only comment we care to make on this work is contained in the caption of our paragraph, "Do we live in the nineteenth century?"—N. Y. Ledger. Yes, we do; and a century it is, characterized by evil, and that almost wholly; a century foretold by the prophets, as days when love should wax cold, and iniquity abound; a time of departing from the faith; a time of giving heed to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils; a time of the bringing in of damnable heresies, and denying the Lord that bought them; a time when evil men and seducers should wax worse and worse, deceiving and being deceived; a time when no lengths should be too great for the deceived and corrupted race of man to run, when Babylon's sins are reaching unto heaven, and earth is filling up her cup of iniquity. And yet the writer of the above paragraph is so overwhelmed at the idea that a clergyman should endeavor to prove Sunday (we suppose it is) a festival, that he can only lift up both hands in mute astonishment. Has he ever contemplated the midnight blackness into which Spiritualism is driving its votaries? and does he know that among them, and in full fellowship with all their blasphemies, are many clergymen? Were he attentive to the word of Inspiration, he would learn that those who keep the commandments of God will be but a little few, a remnant, with whom the dragon will be wroth. To be overwhelmed at the thought of Sunday's being considered a festival, argues an unacquaintance with the prophetic delineations of these last days; it argues a blindness to the prophetic word, and to those towering sins which, while they cast their dark shadow over the land, cry aloud for vengeance.