. Social Dynamite: The Wickedness of Modern Society from the Discources of T. De Witt Talmage . desks andfire-proof safes, and it is a broad, a long, a high altar. Thevictims sacrificed on it are the Swartouts, and the Ketchams,and the Pisks, and the Tweeds, and the Mortons, and tenthousand other people who are slain before this god. Whatdoes it care about the groans and struggles of the victimsbefore it? With cold, metallic eye it looks on and yet letsthem suffer. 0 heavens and earth, what an altar! what a sacrifice ofmind, body, and soul! The physical health of a great mul-titude is flung on
. Social Dynamite: The Wickedness of Modern Society from the Discources of T. De Witt Talmage . desks andfire-proof safes, and it is a broad, a long, a high altar. Thevictims sacrificed on it are the Swartouts, and the Ketchams,and the Pisks, and the Tweeds, and the Mortons, and tenthousand other people who are slain before this god. Whatdoes it care about the groans and struggles of the victimsbefore it? With cold, metallic eye it looks on and yet letsthem suffer. 0 heavens and earth, what an altar! what a sacrifice ofmind, body, and soul! The physical health of a great mul-titude is flung on to this sacrificial altar. They cannotsleep, and they take chloral and morphine and of them struggle in a nightmare of stocks, and at oneoclock in the morning suddenly rise up shouting, A thou-sand shares of New York Central—one hundred and eightand a half! take it!—until the whole family is affrighted,and the speculators fall back on their pillow and sleep untilthey are awakened again by a corner in Pacific Mail or asudden rise of Eock Island. Their nerves gone, their. 342 GOLD ! GOLD! GOLD! digestion gone, their brain gone, they die. The gownedecclesiastic comes in and reads the funeral service: Blessedare the dead who die in the Lord. Mistake. They did notdie in the Lord; their golden idol killed them! The trouble is, when men sacrifice themselves on thisaltar they not only sacrifice themselves, but they sacrificetheir families. If a man by an ill course is determined togo to perdition, I suppose you will have to let him go. Buthe puts his wife and children in an equipage that is theamazement of the avenues, and the driver lashes the horsesinto two whirlwinds, and the spokes flash in the sun, and thegolden headgear of the harness gleams, until a black calamitytakes the bits of the horses and stops them, and shouts tothe luxuriant occupants of the equipage, Get out! Theyget out. They get down. That husband and father flunghis family so hard they never go
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