Connecticut western news., 1899-11-30
VICTORIES OF PEACE.
THANKSGIVING THE SUBJECT OF DR. TALMAGe'S SERMON.
He Enumerates Many of the Bless fngs For Which We Should Be Thankful-Machinery Has Lighten- ed Burdens-God Sent the Wheel.

Thankful-Machiner Has Lighten-
 ed Burdens-God Sent the Wheel.
 TCopyright. Louis Klopsch. 1So9.l
 WASHINGTON, Nov. 26.-This dIs- course of Dr. Talmage Is sermon st preparation for the national observ ance of this week and in an unusual! way calls for the gratitude of the peo. pie; the text, Ezekiel X, 13, "As for the wheels, 1t was cried unto them in my hearing, O wheelr'
 Next Thursday will by proclamation of president and governors. be ob served in thanksgiving for temporal mercies- With what spirit shall we enter upon it? For nearly a year and half this nation has been celebrating the triumph of the sword and gun and battery. We have sung martial airs and cheered returning heroes and sounded the requiem for the slain in battle. Methinks It will be a healthful change If this Thanksgiving week, in church and homestead, we celebrate the victories of peace, for nothing was done at Santiago or Manila that was of more importance than that which in the last year has been done in farmers field and mechanics shop and authors study by those who never wore an epaulet or shot a Spaniard or went hundred miles from their own doorsill And now I call your attention to the wheel of the text
 Man, a small speck in the universe was set down in a big world. high mountains rising before him, deep seas arresting his pathway and wild beasts capable of his destruction, yet he was to conquer. It could not be by physical force, for compare his arm with the . ox's horn and the elephants tusk. and how weak he Is! It could not be by physical speed. for compare him to the antelope's foot and ptarmigan's wing. and how slow he Is! It could not be by physical capacity to soar or plunge, for the condor beats him in one direction and the porpoise in the other. Yet he was to conquer the world. Two eyes, two hands and two feet were insnffl- cient. He must be re-enforced, so God sent the wheel
 Twenty-two times is the wheel men, tioned in the Bible, sometimes, as in Ezekiel. Illustrating proyidential move ment; sometimes, as in the Psalms, crushing the bad; sometimes, as in Judges, representing Gods charioted progress. The wheel that started in Exodus rolls on through Proverbs, through Daniel through Nahum, through the centuries, all the time gathering momentum and splendor, until, seeing what 1t has done for the worlds progress and happiness, we clap our hands in thanksgiving and employ the apostrophe of the text, crying, 70 wheelv
 Triumphs of Machinery.
 call on you in this Thanksgiving week to praise God for the triumphs of machinery, which have revolutionized the world and multiplied its attrac- tions. Even paradise, though very pie turesque, must have been comparative ly dull, hardly anything going on, no agriculture needed, for the harvest was spontaneous; no architecture required, for they slept under the trees; no man. rfacturer's loom necessary for the weaving of apparel, for the fashions were exceedingly simple. To dress the garden could not have requirr5 ten minutes day.
 Having nothing to do, they got into mischief and ruined themselves and the race. 1t was a sad thing to be turned out of paradise, but, once turn ed out. a beneficent thing to be com pelled to work. To help man up and on God sent the wheel. If turned ahead, the race advances; if turned back, the race retreats. To arouse your gratitude and exalt your praise I would show you what the wheel has done for the domestic world, for the agricultural world. for the travelling world, for the literary world "As for the wheels, 1t was cried unto them In my hearing, O wheel!'
 In domestic life the wheel has wrought revolution. Behold the sew ing machine! It has shattered the housewife's bondage and prolonged advantages. The needle for ages had punctured the eyes and pierced the side and made terrible massacre. To prepare the garments of whole house hold in the spring for summer and in the autumn for winter was an ex- hausting process. "Stitch, stitch. stitchy' Thomas Hood set it to poetry, but mil lions of persons have found 1t agoniz- ing prose.
 Slain by the sword, we buried the hero with @Dead March" In "Saup' and flags at half mast. Slain by the needle, no one knew 1t but the household that watched her health giving way. The winter after that the children were ragged and cold and hungry or in the almshouse. The hand that yielded the needle had forgotten it's cunning. Soul and body had parted at the seam. The thimble had dropped from the palsied finger. The thread of life had snapped and let suffering human life drop into the grave. The spool was all unwound. Her sepulcher was digged not with sexton's spade, but with a sharper and shorter implement "a needle. Federal and Confederate dead have ornamented graves at Arlington Heights and Richmond and Gettysburg, thousands by thousands. but it will take the archangeps trumpet to find the million graves of the vaster army of women needle slain.
 Besides all the sewing done for the household at home. there are hundreds of thousands of sewing women. The 4 tragedy of the needle Is the tragedy of hunger and cold and insult and home sickness and suicide-five acts.
 A Cheerful Slave.
 But hear the rush of a wheel Wom- an puts on the band and adjusts the Instrument, puts her foot on lh. treadle and begins. Before the whil and rattle pleurisies, consumptions. headaches, backaches, heartaches, are routed. The needle, once an oppress i've tyrant, becomes cheerful slave roll and rumble and roar until the fam. fly wardrobe is gathered, and winter is defied, and summer Is welcomed, and