Then, when we grow up, instead of getting away from this bondage of routine, this interminable drudgery, it goes on just as in childhood.

It is rising at the same hour every morning, and hurrying away to the day's tasks, and doing the same things over and over, six days in the week, fifty-two weeks in the year, and on and on unto life's end.

For the great majority of us, there is almost no break in the monotonous rounds of our days through the long years.
Many of us sigh and wish we might in some way free ourselves from this endless routine.

We think of it as a sore bondage and by no means the ideal of a noble and beautiful life.
But really, much that is best in life comes out of this very bondage.
A recent writer suggests a new beatitude: "Blessed be drudgery." He reminds us that no Bible beatitude comes easily, but that every one of them is the fruit of some experience of hardness or pain.

He shows us that life's drudgery, wearisome and disagreeable as it is, yields rich treasures of good and blessing.