Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-11-07

altar, 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 them
selves with the blood of their own sacri-
fee. The music rolls on under the arches.
1t is made of clinking silver and clnking
gold and the rattling specie os the banks
and brokers' shoDs and the voices OF all
the exchanges. The soprano of the wor-
ship is carried by the tmid voices of men
who have just begun to speculate, while
the deep bass rolls out from those who for
ten years have been stepped in the seeth-
ing caudron. Chorus of voices rejoicing
over what they have made; chorus of
voices wailing over what they have lost.
This temple of which speak stands open
day and night. and there is the gittering
god with his four feet on broken hearts,
and there is the smoking altar of sacrifice,
new victims every moment on 1t. and
there are the kneeling devotees, and the
doxology of the worship rolls on, whiia
death stands with moldy and skeleton arr
beating time for the chorus MOI,
more'
Some people are very much surprised at
the actions of people in the Stock Ex-
change New York. Indeed it is a scene
sometimes that paralvzes description and
is beyond the imagination of any one who
has never looked in. What swapping OF
finger and thumb and wild gesticulation
buffaloes. and swaving to and fro, and
lostGng al running one upon another,
and deafening uproar. until the president
of the exchange strikes with his mallet
four or five times, crying. Order, order!
and the astonshed spectator goes out INTO
the fresh air feeling that he has escaped
from pandemonium. What does it all
mean, l will tell you what it means. The
devotees of every heather temple cut
themselves to pieo and yell and gyrate
This vociferation and gyration of the
Stock Exchange is all appropriate. This
is the worship of the golden calf.
But my text suggests that this worship
has to be broken up. as the behavior OF
Moses on this occasion Indicated There
are those who say that this golden calf
spoken of in the text was hollow and
merely plated with gold. Otherwise
not know t. But somehow, perhaps by
the assistance of his friends, he takes up
this golden calf. which is an internal IN
suit to God and man, and throws It into
the fire, and it is melted. And then 1t
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 a punishment the people
are compelled to drink the nauseating
stuff. So you may depend upon 1t that
God will burn and He will grind to pieces
the golden calf of modern idolatry. and He
drink it. If not before, it will be on the
last day. j know not where the fire will
begin, whether at the Battery or LOm-
bard street, whether at Shoreditch or
West End. but it will be a very hot blaze.
All the Government securities of the Unit
ed States and Great Britain will curl up
in the first blast All the money safes and
deposit vaults will melt under the first
touch. The sea will burn like tinder and
the shipping will be abandoned forever.
The melting gold in the brokers' window
will burst through the melted window
glass into the street. But the flying popu-
lace will not stoD to scoop it up. The
cry of Fire." from the mountain will
be answered by the cry of Fire." in the
plain. The conhagration will burn out
from the continent toward the sea and
| then burn in from the sea toward the
land. -,ew York and London, with one
cut of the red scythe of destruction, will
go down. Twenty-Five thousand miles of
confiagrationi The earth will wrap itself
| round and round in shroud of flame and
/ lie down to perish What then will become
of your golden calfy Who then so poor
as to worship it, Melted or between the
upper and neither millstones of falling
| mountains ground to powder. Dagon
down, Moloch down, Juggernaut down,
| golden calf down!
| The judgments of God. like Moses in
the text, will rush in and break up this
worship. and / say let the work go on
| until every man shall learn to speak truth
| with his neghbor, and those who make
engagements shall fell themselves bound
! to keep them, and when a man who will
I not repent of his business iniquty, but
goes on wishing to satiate his cannibal ap-
| petite by devouring widows houses, shall,
| by the law of the land, be compelled to
exchange the brownstone front for the
penitentiary. Let the golden calf perish.
a L,,- 10 Ia -.xVIl nod
when we come to die we shall sell our idol
! demolished. How much of this world
! are you going to take with you into the
next? Will you have two .pockets-one
| in each side of your shroud; Will you
cushion your casket with bonds and mort.
cages and certificates of stock. All, no!
| The ferryboat that crosses this Jordan
takes no baggage-nothing heavier than
an immaterial spirit.
Where are the men who tried War
rem Hastings in Westminster hall, Where
| are the pilgrim fathers who put oat for
America? Where are the veterans who on
the Fourth of July, 1884, marched from
New York park to the Battery and fired
| Il salute and then marched back again,
| And the Society of the Cincinnati, who
| dined that afternoon at Tontine Coffee
House, on Wall street, and Grant Thor
| burn, who that afternoon waited fifteen
minutes at the foot of Maiden lane for the
Brooklyn ferryboat, then got in and was
| rowed across by two men with oars, the
| tide so strong that it was an hour and
, ten minutes before they landed! Where
are the veterans that fired the salute,
and the men of the Cincinnati Society wso
that afternoon drank to the patriotic
toast, and the oarsmen that rowed the
| boat, and the people who were trans,
ported: Gone! Oh, this is feetinp
world. 1t is dying world. man who
| had worshiped it all his days in his dy-
xrba ba
said. Fool, fool, fool
"nen your parents have breathed their
| last and the old, wrinkled and trembling
hands can no more be put upon your head
| for blessing, God will be to you a father
| and mother both, giving you the defense
of the one and the comfort of the other
For have we not Paurs blessed hope that
as Jesus died and rose again, Even so
them also which sleep in Jesus shall God
bring with Him. And when your emil
dren go away from you, the sweet darl-
| ings, you will not kiss them and say good
by forever. He only wants to hold them
for you little while. He will give them
back to you again, and He will have them
all waiting for You at the gates of eternal
| welcome. Oh, what God He is, He will
allow you to come so close that you can
put your :. ms around His neck, while He
in response will put His arms around your
neck, and all the windows of heaven will
be hoisted to let the redeemed look out
and see the spect - of rejoicing Father
and returned prodigai locked in that
glorious embrace. Quit worshiping the
golden calf, and bow this day before Him
in whose presence we must all appear
when the world has turned to ashes.
When shriveling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll,
When -ouder yet and yet more dread
Swells the high trump that wakes the
dead