Connecticut western news., 1892-11-17

A&@SA1 eA<O SeN~Nt and the golden headgear of the harness bits of the horses and stops them, and shouts to the luxurious occupants of the equipage, "Get outp' 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 split hoof-the death dealing hoof of the golden calf.
 Solomon offered in one sacrifice on one occasion twenty-two thousand oxen and one hundred and twenty thousand sheep, but that was tame sacrifice compared with the multitude of men who are sac rifcing themselves on this altar of the golden calf, and sacrificing their fam dies 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 children had been slain by the Sepoys; but the blood around about thi~ 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 mercyl 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 clinking silver and clinking gold and the rattling 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 I 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-"Morel morel moreI"
 THE CRAZE FOR GOLD.
 Some people are very much surprised at the actions of folk on the Stock ex- change. Indeed it is scene sometimes that paralyzes description and is beyond the imagination of any one who has never looked in. What snapping of fin ger and thumb and wild gesticulation, and raving like hyenas, and stamping 1ilza by,#o1ooo on1 fo op5 fro and running one upon another, and deaf ening uproar, until the president of the exchange strikes with his mallet four or i've times, crying, "Orderl orderp and the astonished spectator goes out into the fresh air feeling that he has escaped from pandemonium. What does it all mean? I will tell you what it means. The devotees of every heathen temple cut themselves to pieces and yell and gyrate. This yociferation 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. I do not know that; sbut somehow, perhaps by the assistance of his friends, he takes up this golden calf, which is an 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.
 So, my hearers, you may depend upon it that God will burn and he will grind, to pieces the golden calf of modern idol atry, and he will compel the people in their agony to drink it. If not before, it will be so on the last day. I know not where the fire will begin, whether at the Battery or Central park, whether at Brooklyn bridge or at Bushwick, whether at Shoreditch, London, or West End, but it will be 8 very hot blaze. All the government securities of the United States and Great Britain will curl up in the first blast. All the money safes and depositing vaults will melt un- der the first touch. The sea will burn like finder, and the shipping will be abandoned forever. The melted gold in the brokers window will burst through the melted window glass and into the street, but the flying population will not stop to scoop it up.
 The cry of "Firep' from the mountain will be answered by the cry of "Firep' in the plain. The confagration will burn out from the continent toward the sea, and then burn in from the sea toward the land. New York and London, with one cut of the red scythe of destruction, will go down. Twenty-Five thousand miles of confagrationi The earth will wrap itself round and round in shroud of flame and lie down to perish. What then will become of your golden calf? Who then so poor as to worship it? Melted or between the upper and the ground to powder. Dagon down. Mo- loch down. Juggernaut down. Golden calf down.
 But, my friends, every day is day of judgment, and God is all the time grinding to pieces the golden calf Merchants of Brooklyn and New York and London, what is the characteristic of this time in which we live? Bad" you say. Professional men, what is the characteristic of the times in which we live? Bad" you say. Though I should be in minority of one, venture the opinion that these are the best times we have had, for the reason that God is teaching the world, as never before, that old fashioned honesty is the only thing that will stand. We have learned as never before that forgeries will not pay; that the spending of fifty thousand dol lars on country seats and palatial city