Labour is indeed the life of humanity; take it away, banish it, and the race of Adam were at once stricken with death.
"He that will not work," said St.Paul, "neither shall he eat;" and the apostle glorified himself in that he had laboured with his own hands, and had not been chargeable to any man.
There is a well-known story of an old farmer calling his three idle sons around him when on his deathbed, to impart to them an important secret.
"My sons," said he, "a great treasure lies hid in the estate which I am about to leave to you." The old man gasped.

"Where is it hid ?" exclaimed the sons in a breath.

"I am about to tell you," said the old man; "you will have to dig for it----" but his breath failed him before he could impart the weighty secret; and he died.

Forthwith the sons set to work with spade and mattock upon the long neglected fields, and they turned up every sod and clod upon the estate.

They discovered no treasure, but they learnt to work; and when fields were sown, and the harvests came, lo! the yield was prodigious, in consequence of the thorough tillage which they had undergone.