A MODERN JEREMIAH.

Thames Star, Volume XI, Issue 3558, 22 May 1880, Page 4

A MODERN JEREMIAH.

■ Lo, the sun doth corapa.sa us round about, and the heat thereof doth prevail mightily against the son of man. It catcheth him at the seventh hour of the morning, and it tarrieth with him eren until the seventh honr of the evening, and there is no good in him. He sweatoth like unto a street-sprinkler —yea, verily, like unto a corporation bone-cart—and he yoarneth for ice-water. If so be he hath ice-water wherewith to quench his thirst, what profiteth him ? It boweth his soul in anguish and vexeth his reins sore. Oh, daughters of Jerusalem, why art thou girt about with wrappings, and wherefore dost thou slam the doors all the day long when the menfolk enter into thy habitations P Why dost thou array thyselves in slender raiment and laugh unto scorn the son of man when he cometh unto his house at the third hour ? Is thy servant a dog that he shall be snubbed in his own habitation P and who art thou, oh daughter of Jerusalem, that thou visiteth him with wrath even in his own temple P Our sons and our daughters are so chastened by the snn; it is hard for them to kick against the prickly heat. They go to and fro with naught but a girdle to protect their nakedness, and their complaint is of the Summer, summery. The milk sourcth in the dairies, and the smell thereof is an offence unto our nostrils. The undershirt is a mockery, and the paper collar is full of vanity. There is no health' in a shirt-front.