Connecticut western news., 1892-11-10
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Francesca Is not your Cnlnese quarser, but your millionaire lbertinesr
 And two of them sat right before me Felix and Drusilla. And so it is in all the cities. Inever swear, but when see man go unwhipped of justice, laugh ing over his shame and calling his damna- ble deeds gallantry and peccadillo, am tempted to hurl rs~hot snathema and to conclude that If, according to some peoples theology, there is no hell, there ought to be!
 THE WICKED, vOLUPTUOUS CITY.
 There is enough out and out hcentious- ness in American cities today to bring down upon them the wrath of that God who on the 24th of August, 79, buried Herculaneum and Pompei so deep in the ashes that the eighteen hundred and thirteen subsequent years have not been able to complete the elimination. There are in some of the American cities to- day whole blocks of houses which the authorities know to be infamous, and yet by purchase they are silenced-by hush money-so that such places are as much under the defense of government as public libraries and asylums of mercy.
 These ulcers on the body polite bleed and gangrene away the life of. the na- the cities looks the other way. You cannot cure such wounds as these with silken bandage. You will have to cure them by putting deep in the lancet of moral surgery and burn ing them out with the caustic of holy wrath, and with most decisive amputa- tion cutting off the scabrous and putre- flying abominations. AS the Romans were after the Celts, and as the Nor mans were after the Britons, so there are evils after this nation which will at tend its obsequies unless we first attend theirs.
 Superstition tells of a marine reptile the cephaloptera-which enfolded and crushed ship of war; but it is no super stition when tell you that the history of many of the dead nations proclaims to us the fact that our ship of state is in danger of being crushed by the cepha- loptera of national depravity. Where Is the Hercules to slay this hydra2 Is 1t not time to speak by pen, by tongue, by ballot box, by the rolling of the prison door, by hangman's halter, by earnest prayer, by Sinaitic detonation?
 A son of King Cresus is said to have been dumb, and to have never uttered a word until he saw his father being put to death. Then he broke the shackles of his silence and cried out, kill not my father, Cresusp' When I see the cheatery, and the wantonness, and the manifold crime of this country attempt ing to commit patricide-yea, matricide upon our institutions, it seems to me that lips that heretofore have been dumb ought to break the silence with canorous tones of fiery protest.
 WE HAVE A GoODLY HERITAGE.
 want to put all of the matter before you, so that every honest man and woln- an will know just how matters stand, and what they ought to do if they vote, and what they ought to do if they pray. This nation is not going to perish. Alex ander, when he heard of the wealth of the Indies, divided Macedonia among his soldiers. Some one asked him what he had kept for himself, and he replied, "l am keeping hoper' And that jewel l keep bright and shining in my soul, whatever else shall surrender. Hope thou in God. He will set back these oce- anic tides of moral devastation.
 Do you know what is the prize for which contention is made today? It is the prize of this continent. Never siL according to John Milton, when "satan was hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal skies in hideous ruin and com bustion down." have the powers of dark ness been so determined to win this con- tinent as they are now. What a jewel it is-a jewel carved in relief, the cameo of this planet! On one side of us the At lantic ocean, dividing us from the worn- out governments of Europe. On the other side the Pacific ocean, dividing us from the superstitions of Asia. On the north of us the Arctic sea, which is the gymnasium in which the explorers and navigators develop their courage. A continent 10,5O0 miles long, 17,000, ,000 square miles, and all of 1t but about one seventh capable of rich cultivation.
 One hundred millions of population on this continent of North and South Amer ica-one hundred millions, and room for many hundred millions more. All flora, and all fauna, all metals, and all pre- cious woods, and all grains, and all fruits The Appalachian range the backbone, and the rivers the gangha carrying life all through and out to the extremities. Isthmus of Darien, the narrow waist of giant continent, all to be under one government, and all free and all Chris tian, and the scene of Christ's personal reign on earth if, according to the ex- pectation of many good people, he shall at last set up his throne in this world. Who shall have this hemisphere2 Christ or satan? Who shall have the shore of her inland seas; the silver of her Ne vadas; the gold of her Colorados; the telescopes of her observateries; the brain of her universities; the wheat of her prairies; the rice of her savannahs; the two great ocean beaches-the one reach ing from Baffin's bay to Terra del Fuego, and the other from Behring straits to Cape Horn-and all the moral and tenn poral and spiritual and everlasting in- terests of population vast beyond all computation save by him with whom a thousand years are as one day? Who shall have the hemispherep You and l will decide that, or help to decide it, by conscientious vote, by earnest prayer, by maintenance of Christian institutions, by support of great philanthropies, by putting body, mind and soul on the right sight of all moral, religious and national | movements.
 An, it will not be long before it will not make any difference to you or to me what becomes of this continent, so far as earthly comfort is concerned. All we | will want of it will be seven feet by three, and that will take in the largest, and there will be room and to spare. That is all of this country we will need very soon, the youngest of us. But we | have an anxiety about the welfare and