Connecticut western news., 1900-11-01

the retailer, and the retailer wants his money, and he rushes on the customer. and we all go down together. There Is many a man in this day who rides in a carriage and owes the blacksmith for the tire, and the wheelwright for the wheel and the trimmer for the curtain, and the driver for unpaid wages, and the harness maker for the bridle, and the furrier for the robe. while from the tip of the carriage tongue clear back to the tip of the camePs hair shawl f1ut- tering out of the back of the vehicle everything is paid for by notes that have been three times renewed.
 l tell you that in this country we shall never get things right until we stop borrowing and pay as we go. It Is this temptation to borrow and bor- row and borrow that keeps the people everlastingly praying to the golden calf for help, and just at the minute they expect the help the golden calf treads on them. The judgments of God, like Moses in the text, will rush In and break up this worship, and I say let the work go on until every man shall learn to speak truth with his neigh bor, and those who make engagements shall feel themselves bound to keep them, and when a man who will not repent of his business iniquity, but goes on wishing to satiate his cannibal appetite by devouring widows houses, shall, by the law of the land, be com pelled to exchange the brownstone front for the penitentiary. Let the golden calf perish!
 DemoIished Idols.
 But if we have made this world our god, when we come to die we shall see our idol demolished. How much of this world are you going to take with you pockets - one In each side of your shroud? Will you cushion your casket with bonds and mortgages and certif- cates of stock? An, no, The ferryboat that crosses this Jordan takes no bag gage-nothing heavier than an imma- terial spirit. You may, perhaps, take $500 with you two or three miles In the shape of funeral trappings to the cem- etery, but you will have to leave them there. It would not be safe for you to lie down there with a gold watch or diamond ring; 1t would be tempta- tion to the pillagers. If we have made this world our god, we shall see our idol, when we die, ground to pieces by our pillow, and we shall have to drink it in bitter regrets for the wasted op- portunities of lifetime. Soon we will ha f ho xuh hc .toA6 Warren Hastings in Westminster hallf ? Where are the pilgrim fathers who put out for America? Where are the veter- ans who on the Fourth of July, 1794, marched from New York park to the Battery and fired a salute and then marched back again? And the Society of the Cincinnati. who dined that aft ernoon at Tontine Coffee House, 0 Wall street, and Grant Thorburn, wh that afternoon waited 15 minutes a the foot of Maiden lane for the Brook lyn ferryboat, then got in and was row ed across by two men with oars, the tide so strong that 1t was an hour and ten minutes before they landedf Where are the veterans that fired the salute, and the men of the Cincinnati society who that afternoon drank to the patri- | otic toast, and the oarsmen that rowed the boat, and the people who were | transported? Gone! Oh, this Is fleet ing world! It is dying world. A man | who had worshiped 1t all his days in his dying moment described himself when he said, Fool, fool. foolv'
 Gold That Never CrumbIes.
 want you to change temples and to give up the worship of this unsatisfy- Ing and cruel god for the service of the Lord Jesus Christ. Here is the gold that will never crumble. Here are the securities that will never fail. Here are the banks that will never break. Here Is an altar on which there has been one sacrifice that does for all. for | ''by one sacrifice hath Christ perfected | forever them that are sanctified." | Here is a God who will comfort you | when you are In trouble and soothe | you when you are sick and save you when you die. For he has said When thou passest through the wa. ters, I will be with thee, and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee. When thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned. Neither shall the flame kindle upon thee."
 When your parents have breathed their last and the old, wrinkled and trembling hands can no more be put upon your head for blessing, he will be to you a father and mother both giving you the defense of the one and the comfort of the other. For have VIC not Paups blessed hope that as Jesus died and rose again, Even so then also which sleep in Jesus shall God bring with himT And when you children go away from you, the sweet darlings, you will not kiss them ant say goodby forever. He only wants
 to hold them for you a 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 yoI
 to come so close that you can put youl
 arms around his neck, while be in re
 sponse will put his arms around you
 neck, and all the windows of beaver
 will be hoisted to let the redeemed
 look out and see the spectacle of a re
 joicing Father and returned prodiga
 locked In that glorious embrace. Qui
 worshiping the golden calf, and bow
 this day before him in whose presence
 we must all appear when the work
 has turned to ashes,
 When shriveling like parched scroll,
 | The flaming heavens together roll.
 When louder yet and yet more dread | swells the high trump that wakes the dead.
 GCopyight, 1900, Louis Klopsch. N. Y.