Sabbath labour, then, my Lord, is a gross violation of the law, “Thou
shalt love thy neighbour as thyself”; and I am persuaded that even the
misled Spitalfields weavers, and others, when they understand the bearing
of the whole subject, have too much humanity and justice about them to
wish that workmen employed on the railway should be enslaved on the
Sabbath to minister to their pleasure. The operatives of our country
generally demand, “JUSTICE FOR ALL, AND FAVOUR TO NONE,” and therefore
will hardly desire that one portion of their brethren should be deprived
of the rest and comforts of home on the Sunday to enable another portion
to indulge in various amusements. This would be to imitate the slave
owners, oppressors, and tyrants whom they so loudly denounce, and would
prove that, were they in power, they would wield the iron rod of the
despot as cruelly as any Pharaoh, Nero, or Russian Czar. The stoker, the
clerk, and the porter have bodies and souls. Six days’ toil on a
railway, over the same ground and subject to the same monotony of duties,
is as fatiguing to them as driving the shuttle or superintending the
spindle. There is generally no very great variety of scenery for the
clerk who gives out the tickets or the porters who traverse the platform.
I have known the poor railway clerk doomed to be at his post from eight
in the morning until eleven at night during _all the seven days_ of the
week, and all this for a very paltry remuneration. While waiting for a
train, some time ago, I had the following dialogue with a young man who
filled the office of clerk and porter, and attended to the telegraph:—
_Myself_. Are you the only person employed here?
_Clerk_. Yes, Sir.
_Myself_. Are you here many hours?
_Clerk_. I come before seven in the morning and leave about nine at
night.
_Myself_. Then you have _fourteen_ hours a day?
_Clerk_. I have two hours to spare in the middle of the day, when I go
home to dinner.
_Myself_. Have you to be here the same time on Sundays as weekdays?
_Clerk_. Just the same.
_Myself_. Can you ever go to a place of worship?
_Clerk_. Never, Sir.
_Myself_. How long have you been on the line?
_Clerk_. Upwards of five years; and have not had an opportunity of
going to a place of worship all that time.
_Myself_. Did you ever attend church or chapel?
_Clerk_. I was brought up in a Sunday School, my parents are members
of a Christian Church, and I always attended myself until I was
occupied on the railway.
_Myself_. What wages do you obtain?
_Clerk_. I am paid eighteen shillings a week.
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