Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-11-14

yet lets them suffer. Oh, heaven and
earth, what an altar, what sacrifice of
body, mind and souli The physical
health of great multitude is flung on
this sacrifcial altar. They cannot sleep,
and they take choral and morphine and
intoXicants.
Some of them struggle in a nightmare
of stocks, and at one O'Clock in the morn
ing suddenly rise up shouting, "a thou
sand shares of railroad stock-one hun
dred and eight and half; take it!'' until
the whole family is afrighted, and the
spectators fall back on their pillows and
sleep until they are awakened again by
o s'corner" OF d sudden ''rise'' in some
thing else. Their nerves gone, their di-
gestion gone, their brain gone, they die.
The clergyman comes in and reads the
funeral service, BLESSED are the dead
who die in the Lord Mistake They
did not Idle in the Lord" the golden
calf kicked them!
ITS DREADFUL SACRIFICE.
The trouble is when men sacrifice
themselves on this altar suggested in the
text they not only sacrifice themselves,
but they sacrifice their families. IF
man by an i'll course is determined to 90
to perdition l suppose you will have to
let him go; but he puts his wife AID
children in an equipage that is the
amazement of the avenues, and the
driver lashes the horses into two whirl-
winds, and the spokes flash in the sun,
and the golden headgear of the harness
CLEANS, until Black Calamity takes the
bits of the horses and stops them, and
shouts to the luxurious occupants Of the
eauipage, 'sGet outl'' They get out
They get down. That husband and
father flung his family so hard they
never got up again. There was the
mark on them for life-the mark Of d
split Eoof-the death dealing hoof of
the golden calf.
Solomon offered in one sacrifice on one
occasion twenty-five thousand oxen and
one hundred and twenty thousand sheep;
but that was q tame sacrifice compared
with the multitude Of men who are sac
rifcing themselves on this altar of the
golden calf, and sacrificing their fam
lilies with them. The soldiers of General
Havelock in India walked literally ankle
deep in the blood of the |'house of mas
sacre,' where two hundred women and
..
but the blood around about this altar of
the golden calf flows up to the knee,
flows to the girdle, flows to the shoulder,
flows to the lip. Great God of heaven
and earth, have mercy! The golden calf
has none.
Still the degrading worship goes on.
and the devotees kneel and kiss the dust,
and count their golden beads, and cross
themselves with the blood of their own
sacrifice. The music rolls on under the
arches; it is made of clinl1ing silver and
clinking gold and the rafting specie of
the banks and brokers' shops and the
voices of all the exchanges. The soprano
of the worship is carried by the timid
voices of men who have just begun to
speculate, while the deep bass rolls out
from those who for ten years of iniquit-
have been doubly damned. Chorus of
voices rejoicing over what they have
made! Chorus of voices wailing over
what they have losti
This temple of which l speak stands
open day and night, and there is the
glittering god with his four feet on
broken hearts, and there is the smoking
altar of sacrifice, new victims every mo-
ment on it, and there are the kneeling
devotees, and the doxology of the wor-
ship rolls on, while death stands with
moldy and skeleton arm beating time
for the chorus-''MOre! more! more!'
THE CRAZE FOR GOLD.
Some people are very much surprised
at the actions Of folk on the Stock c.
change. Indeed it is a scene sometimes
that paralyzes description and is beyond
the imagination of any one who has
never looked in. What swapping of fin
ger and thumb and wild gesticulation,
and raving like hyenas, and stamping
like buffaloes, and swaying to and fro,
and running one upon another, and deaf
ening uproar, until the president of the
exchange strikes with his mallet four or
five times, crying, ''Order! order!' and
the astonished spectator goes out into
the fresh air feeling that he has escaped
from pande1nonium. What does it all
mean? | will tell you what it means.
The devotees Of every heather temple
cut themselves to pieces and yell and
gyrate. This vociferation and gyration
Of the Stock exchange is all appropriate.
This is the worship of the golden calf.
But my text suggests that this wor-
ship must be broken up, as the be-
havior of Moses in my text indicated.
There are those who say that this golden
calf spoken of in my text was hollow
and merely plated with gold; otherwise,
they say, Moses could not have carried
it. 1 do not know that; but somehow,
perhaps by the assistance of his friends.
he takes up this golden calf, which is ar
open insult to God and man, and throws
it into the fire, and it is melted, and then
it comes out and is cooled off, and by
some chemical appliance or by an old
fashioned file it is pulverized, and it is
thrown into the brook, and as a punish
ment the people are compelled to drink
the nauseating stuff.
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