Connecticut western news., 1900-11-01

avenues, and the driver lashes the horses into two whirlwinds, and the spokes flash in the sun and the golden headgear of the harness gleams until black calamity takes the bits of the horses and stops them and shouts to the luxuriant occupants of the eQui- page, Get outv' They get out. They get down. That husband and father flung his family so hard they never got up. There was the mark on them for life-the mark of split hoof-the death dealing hoof of the golden calf.
 Degrading Worship.
 Solomon offered in one sacrifice on one occasion 22,000 oxen and 120,00O sheep. But that was tame sacrifice compared with the multitude of men who are sacrificing themselves on this altar ofSthe golden calf and sacrificing their families with them. The soldiers of General Havelock in India walked literally ankle deep in the blood of ''the house of massacre" where POO white women and children had been slain by .the-sep0ys. But the blood about this altar of the golden calf flows up to the knee, flows up to the girdle, flows to the shoulder, flows to the lip. Great God of heaven and earth, have mercy this 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 themselves with the blood of their own sacrifice. The music rolls on under the arches. It is made of clink- ing silver and clinking gold and the rattling specie of the banks and bro kers' shops and the voices of all the ex- changes. 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 have been steeped in tine seething cauldron. Cho- rus 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 sac rifice, new victims every moment on 1t, and there are the kneeling devotees, and the doxology of the worship rolls on, while death stands with moldy and skeleton arm beating time for the cho- rus-"More, more, morew
 Some people are very much surprised at the actions of people in the Stock Exchange, New York. Indeed 1t Is a scene sometimes that paralyzes descrip- ton and Is beyond the imagination of any one who has never looked in. What snapping of finger and thumb and wild gesticulation and raving like hyenas, and stamping like buffaloes, and swaying to and fro, and jostling and running one upon another, and deafening uproar, until the president of the exchange strikes with his mallet four or five times, crying, "Order, or derp and the astonished spectator goes out into the fresh air feeling that he has escaped from pandemonium. What does 1t all mean? I will tell you what 1t means. The devotees of every heath en temple cut themselves to pieces and yell and gyrate. This vociferation and gyration of the Stock Exchange Is all appropriate This Is the worship of the golden calf.
 The Blaze of Gods Wrath.
 But my text suggests that this wor- ship has to be broken up, as the be havior of Moses on this occasion indi- cated. There are those who say that this golden calf spoken of in the text was hollow and merely plated with gold. Otherwise Moses could not have carried 1t. I do not know that. But somehow, perhaps by the assistance of his friends, he takes up this golden calf, which Is an internal insult to God and man, and throws it into the fire, and 1t Is melted. And then 1t comes out and Is cooled off, and by some chemical appliance or by an old fash toned file 1t is pulverized, and it Is thrown into the brook, and as a pun ishment the people are compelled to drink the nauseating stuff. So you may depend upon It that God will burn and he will grind to pieces the golden calf of modern idolatry, and he will compel the people in their agony tc drink 1t. If not before, 1t will be or the last day. I know not where the fire will begin, whether at the Bat | tery or Lombard street, whether a Shoreditch or west end, but it will bt very hot blaze. All the government securities of the United States ant Great Britain will curl up in the frs
 blast. All the money safes and de posit vaults will melt under the frs | touch. The sea will burn like finder | and the shipping will be abandoned forever. The melting gold in the bro | ker's window will burst through tn, l melted window glass into the street | But the flying population will not stol | to scoop 1t up. The cry of Fire! | from the mountain will be answere,
 by the cry of "Firep in the plain. Tn confiagration will burn out from tn | continent toward the sea and thel
 burn In from the sea toward the land New York and London, with one GU of the red scythe of destruction, vii go down. Twenty-Five thousand mile
 of confiagrationl The earth will wra] | itself round and round in shroud o
 flame and lie down to perish. Wha
 then will become of your golden calf i Who then so poor as to worship it
 Melted or between the upper an
 neither millstones of falling mountain
 ground to powder. Dagon dowI
 Moloch down, Juggernaut down, golt
 en calf down!
 But every day Is day of judgmen
 and God Is all the time grinding {
 pieces, the golden calf. Some years ag'
 in time of panic, we learned as neve
 before that forgeries will not pay; ths
 the watering of stock will not pay
 that the spending of $50,O00 on countr
 seats and palatial city residence whe
 there Is only $30,0OO income will nc
 pay; that the appropriation of ttus
 funds to our own private speculatio
 will not pay. We had great nation,
 tumor In the shape of fictitious pro
 perity. We called 1t national enlarg,
 ment. Instead of calling 1t enlarg,