Our Sabbaths in Danger: A Sermon, deprecating the contemplated opening of the Crystal Palace on the Lord's-DayMoore, Daniel
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Our Sabbaths in Danger: A Sermon, deprecating the contemplated opening of the Crystal Palace on the Lord's-Day
Moore, Daniel
Church of England -- Sermons -- 19th century; Crystal Palace (Sydenham, London, England); Sunday; Sunday legislation -- Great Britain
ii. Look, in the second place, at the _outrage_ which this desecration
threatens to _the religious feelings_ of the adjacent neighbourhoods. It
may be said that, in all localities, religious people are the minority;
and that if a clear case can be made out of social convenience or benefit
to the many, the feelings of the few ought to give way. This principle
is one which I think it would be very dangerous to admit. A pious parent
may have _nine_ lovers of pleasure in his household, for _one_ that is a
lover of God; yet he frames his domestic arrangements in harmony with the
right choice of the _one_, and not with the mistaken wishes of the nine.
And a Government which would vindicate its parental character must do the
same. Besides, it is clear, that with this question of numbers, how many
good people we have to legislate for, and how many bad, the powers that
rule have nothing to do. If they are the sworn conservators of the
Protestant faith, and if that faith regards the Lord’s-day as an
institution of perpetual sanctity, the very _listening_ to the plea of
expediency is the betrayal of a trust; and the _acting_ upon it a
practical confession that they look for a social benefit to the
community, by a direct infringement of the law of God!
To what end, then, I ask, (and it is a question in which we, as a
neighbourhood, are deeply interested,) to what end are we to have every
road, and walk, and thoroughfare, for many miles round this projected
focus of ungodliness, deprived of the peace, the order, the quiet Sabbath
respectability they have hitherto enjoyed? Why are we to exchange the
holy stillness, under cover of which we now meditate, and read, and pray,
for the hoarse harsh din of Sabbath vehicles, of rabble throngs
exchanging their loud vulgarities on their way to the fair, and shouting
out their intoxicated and blaspheming songs as they are returning home?
Already, I am informed on the authority of residents in our own parish,
living in the line of road, that paths, hitherto sought and loved for
their holy Sabbath quiet, are now closed hopelessly against all who like
Isaac would fain go out to “meditate at eventide,” owing to the throngs
of impatient Sabbath-breakers going to see their boasted temple rise.
Brethren, I trust you will not think,—especially I hope my poorer friends
will not think,—that I charge it upon the recreations of our humble
classes that they are _always_ thus vociferous and coarse; I charge it
upon the recreation of those only who go out to pollute God’s holy day;
and in regard to such persons there is no exaggeration in the picture.
Two or three times in the year we have these Sabbath Saturnalia now; when
the thoroughfare in front of this church presents scenes which we are
grieved to have our children witness; but which, so soon as this new
Babel of profanation shall be reared,—this Greenwich fair under a glass
roof—we must expect to have enacted before their eyes every Sabbath day.
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