The western sentinel., 1897-04-08
LOVE OF MONEY.
A Menace TO Ind viduals and to the
Safety of the Country.

LOVE OF MONEY.
A Menace to Ind viduals and to the
Safety Of the Country.
For the Sentinel
"The love OF money is the root of
all evil" is an inspired truth. Never
in the history of our country was
this truth more manifest and appal |
ling than it ia today. The wealth of |
the nation is all fast passing into the ]
hands of a few men. A condition
that is a menace to the peace and |
perpetuity of our government.
Egypt went down with ninety
hands of two per cent of her popula-
ton. When Babylon fell two per
cent of her population owned all her
wealth. At the fall of Rome eighteen
men had the wealth of the known
world.
Today in the United States, one
hundred men can control the legisla
ton of the entire country, enriching
themselves, grinding seventy millions
of people. | declare to you today
that with the indulgence of this
human greed, will come the destruc-
tion of this government, as certain
as the next revolution OF the earth.
Doubtless a score of men in this
country today are striving in the
hope of being SO many billionaires
So absorbing is the love of money
that men forget all else. 1t throttles
the love of all that is beautiful, true,
and abiding, and leaves the heart
destitute of human sympathy. Men
with an inordinate love of money
| will resort to any means OF making
it.
You pick up paper and read of
men and women sacrificing father,
mother, brother or sister to their love
of money.
For it man will open the saloon,
step behind the counter, and deal out
dea th, and eternal death, to them
whom they call friends, rohbing wives
of q support, and entailing ignorance,
rags, and degradation upon their
children. So universal is the I'VE of
money that, Every man has his
price, is a common maxim l am
glad however that it is not true.
Never perhaps however has it al
tai led such alarming proportions.
Years ago a wealthy man of the
| town said to his next door neighbor,
"John if had ten Thousand dollars
would be as well off as | want to
be-" And though today he may be
worth twenty, thirty, yea forty times
as much, he is no more satisfied than
when he drove his own team, and
retailed his goods. "He that loveth
silver shall not be satisfied with
silver, nor be that loveth abundance
with increase "-Eccl $40
1t is said that Solomon spent
about thirteen millions of dollars a
year for his gratifi4ation, in doing
great works, building great houses,
planting vineyards and orchards.
| and watering them from great reser
| voirs at his pleasure; in short every
thing that could please the eye, or
delight the ear was at his command;
vet he said all is vanity and vexation
The thing that seemed to trouble
him most was the leaving all to him
who should come after him who
| might be a foOl.-Eccl. 2:1S-1S
| There are men all over this country
today chasing the next dollar, and
adding to already large estates, with
little enjoyment to themselves, fami-
lies, or neighbors, who one of tn, Sc
days will leave all to sharpers, if not
| to fools.-Eccl. 5:14.
| | remember in my school days
assisting the professor in some ex
periments in the laboratory. Among
them was that of mouse put under
the receiver, when a few strokes of
the air pump showed great restless
ness of the little mouse; few strokes
/ nd hn fr1r 70 6In
when the air was turned in to save
him. The love of money has drawn
on the worlds supply, till today
there is an unrest and financial dis
tress never known b fore, and if in
dulged another decade will bring a
state of things defying all precedent.
Strikes and anarchy have their
root in the love of money.
Oh, the inordinate love of money.
Young man, be warned, ere you feel
the coils of this terrible anaconda
Ere there sweeps upon your vision
an awful panorama that shall darken
with the eternal cycles that roll
The love Of money is an awful
abyss, from which happiness present
and eternal forever flies.
The most terrible cyclone that ever
swept DER hill or dale, leaving in its
track desolation and death, ia as the
pleasant zephyr of a summer eve.
The earthquake that rocks the
earth and startlas the inha bitante
thereof, is as the gentle swaying ot
the beautiful ocean steamer.
The most terrific thunder storm
that ever flashed and pealed o'er
head, rending rocks and trees about
you, is but beautiful electrical dis
play, accompanied by the sublime,
impressive notes of the organ in the
clouds.
The love of money INDUCED knows
no bounds. The most beautiful
canopy of fleecy clouds that could be
drawn over the earth, arranged by
the Great Author Of order and
beauty, and gilded to resplendence
with the light of seven suns, would
not attract his attention from a
nickel at his feet.
Nor W Duld the music of ten thous
and harps attuned by the Great
Author of harmony, and swept by
angelic fingers, be heard above the
clink OF coin, or rustling of a new
hank note.
Sam Jones says with few nickels
he can toll man into hill. And yet,
men en- route for hell on this very
line, are amused at his declaration oi
this awful, solemn truth Read, yea