The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1892-12-30
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trils OF the calf of gold

| rurther, every god must have not on.
~ It's temple, but its altar of sacrifice
ana this golden calf of the text ,s ~
exception. Its altar is not made out OF
stone as other affairs, but out of count
iing-room desks and fire.proof safes, and
II Is broad, a long, a high altar. The
victims sacrificed on IL are innumera.
pie What does this god care about the
Hroans and struggles OF the victims
before 1t? With cold, metallic eve Il
looks on and yet lets them suffer
on! Heaven and earth, what an altar.
what sacrifice of body, mind and
soul! The physical health of a great
multitude Is flung on the sacri-
ficial altar. They can not sleep. and
they take choral and morphine and in
'oNicants. Some OF them struggle in n
nightmare OF stocks, and at o'clock In
the morning suddenly rise up shouting
"A thousand shares of railroad stock
one hundred and eight and half! take
II! until the whole family is affrighted,
and the spectators fall back on their
pillows and sleep until they are awal-
ened again by a corner" or a sudden
rise" i'll something else. Their nerves
gone, their digestion 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 die
In the Lord" the golden calf kicked
them!
The trouble is, when men sacrifice
themselves on this altar suggested in
the text, they not only sacrifice them
selves. but they sacrifice their families.
If a man by an i'll course is determined,
| suppose you will have to let him go;
but he puts his wife and children in an
equipage that is the amazement of the
avenues, and the driver lashes the
horses into two whilwinds, and the
spokes flash in the sun, and the golden
head-gear of the harness CLEANS, until
Black Calamity takes the bits of the
horses and stops them, and shouts to
the luxurious occupants of the equip
age: Get Quit" 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 a split hoof
the death dealing hoof of the golden
calf
Solomon offered in one sacrifice, on
one occasion, %, 900 oxen and 100 Oeo
sheep. But that was tame sacrifice
compared with the multitude of men
who are sacrificing themselves on
this altar of the golden calf, and
sacrificing their families with thesn
The soldiers OF Gen. Havelock, In
India, walked literally ankle deep
in the blood of the "house of mas
sacre," whereltwo hundred women and
children had been slain by the Sepoys;
but the blood around about this altar
Of the golden calf flows up TO the knee,
flows to the girdle, flows to the shout
der, 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 blinking 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 iniquity have been doubly
damned Chorus of voices rejoicing
over what they have made. Chorus of
voices wailing over what they have
lost
This temple OF which l speak stands
open day and night, and there Is the
plittcripg 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 knecling
dcvotecs; 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!"
Some people are very much surprised
at the actions of folk on the stock-ex-
change. Indeed, it is a scene sometimes
that paralyzes description, and Is be-
yond the imagination OF any one who
has never looked in.
What swapping of finger and thumb
and wild gesticulation, and raving like
hyenas, and stamping like buffalos, and
swaying to and fro, and running one
unon another, and deafeninG uproar
until the president OF the exchange
strikes with his mallet four or i've
times, crying, order! order!' and the
astonished spectator goes out into the
fresh air feeling that he has escaped
from pandemonium. What does 1t all
mean will tell you what 1t means
The devotees of every heathen temple
90, Themselves To risces and yell and