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r •^%i a nvc a I I rlmyu CHAPTER XVll—Continued. •Poor Brian. What a state to bo in. r Don't shudder any more. The places I ’ go, and the people I meet, only hurt my ■ heart. A very effective hurt, too; for it I. teaches mo to appreciate ray own good l fortune, and it makes me fool very ro- | gretful to sit here amid so much comfort and luxury, and remember the many viotlms of the world’s Injustice. You could never imagine, Brian, what pas- • sionate delight that poor little crippled girl took In the few flowers I carried her; and, while I watched hor, I could not help thinking what a revelation a sight of Elmwood would be to her. I have been thinking of It over since. So many plans have filled my heart, .but they are all impossible. I feol so helpless and —rebellious. Doctor, you are smiling. I don’t think you quite enter into my feelings. Can you imagine a woman living on the proceed of button holes, at a cent and a half apiece? Agnes’ mother supports herself so. Sho is satisfied, she told me, when button holes are plenty. But now they are not. Hooks and eyes have taken their place. I told Nanny the other day that I liked hooks and eyes. Now I hate them, because I know they have taken bread from at least one woman’s mouth. And she Is not alone. I feel that I have been living in a small corner of the earth up to this time, and I am only just awaking to real actual life. It is a sad revelation for me. I cannot tell you how many women I saw to-day, and how many others I heard of, who sing the Song of the Shirt from daylight to midnight—to whom its heart-break and want are a living reality. How can we talk of the demoralization of the lower classes? How can we preach to them? Shall we Imitate the example of the man who gave a Bible [when the starving woman asked for bread? We forget our souls when the body is hungry; at least, I should. But, if I were one of those women, wearing out my life for a pittance, I hhould not forget that the man for Whom I starved lived in a palace, and lenjoyed the luxuries purchased with Sy life-blood. The world admires ich men, and calls them fortunate and guocessful, because they have made so much wealth In a few years; but I am very much afraid that, If I were In their place, I should see a wan, hungry face on every dollar." “Isn't that rather severe, Mrs. Leigh?" Margaret did not meet Wilson’s eye as she answered this question. •Perhaps it is. I’m afraid I always express myself too strongly. These things appeal to me so forcibly, and when I feel, I feel intensely." “Then take my advice and don't go among them," observed Brian, practically. “It Is not true philosophy to seek out the dark side of life. This is not home, and you cannot be sure Into what sort of places your wanderings may take you, or what kind of characters you may meet.” Margaret was thoughtful a moment I “Ido not chance upon much refinement and elegance,” she said presently; | “but that does not affect me in any way. 1 I feel that I could take the hand of the I worst creature on earth and not be lowh ered. You know I have a prejudice | against those people whose excessive |i goodness shrinks from contact with I others—not always so much worse, only |f more unfortunate than themselves, h They are the Pharisees, who thank God I they are not as their neighbors are. I Suppose we should imitate them. I like I’ to see the picture of the woman clingI ing to the cross, and I confess I find it I inspiring; but at the same time, I canI not help thinking that the woman who I holds out her hand to an unfortunate I sister Is more helpful and more noble. I If the world thinks otherwise I disagree I with It Don’t draw down your lips in I that pathetic w9y, Brian. This isn’t a I sermon. I sha’ it say another word.” I Margaret settled back in hor chair, I with an air of determination that rather I amused Wilson. I “I am on your side of the question," I he replied, with s smile. “So is Brian, I If he chooses to admit as much. ” I “I’m Incapable of any admission just I now,” put In Brlap. lam wholly lost I in admiration of Margaret’s facility for I disposing of all opinions not her own, I and marching on to victory. She has a || way of bringing out her closing remarks, I which says quite decidedly ‘There, I that’s final. Dispute If you dare!’ It is Ij useless to say ‘Oh, Brian!’ Margaret. I The fact Is true. You have a most ;| astonishing tenacity for your own ideas. I You can 'out-argue the greatest logician I on earth. Out-talk him, I should say. ” I ; “Thanks for the correction. Your I distinction is delicate, but obvious. It d would be too much, lam sure, for any I man to give a woman credit for an I ability to argue. I wonder what poor f men will do, when they are forced to H recognize woman’s mental equality. I Perhaps even then they will continue to I Indulge In witty satire, at her expense. ■ We forgive them. To lecture us affords K them innocent amusement, and th<?y I really haven’t the grace to echo Char--11 lotte Bronte’s prayer: ‘When I have ■ toothing to say, may the Lord give me I grace to be silent.* ” ■ “You have us quite defenseless, Mrs. I Leigh. Brian has not a word to say, B and lam but little better. How are we ft to find consolation for your unflattering ■ bpinion?” ■ i “You would not be a true man, Doc- ■ tor, if you did not find it within your- ■ pelf. I have often thought that you are I [the natural follower of Descartes, ft Theoretically and practically you find ■ the ego all sufficient." ■ i “Worse and worse," laughed Wilson, I pAnd Brian rejoices In my discomfiture. E pball I regret being a man?” ■ F “By no means,” returned Margaret. I “It is the next best thing to being a H woman. You have the easier side of ■ life, too. We have the harder. The ■ lion’s share of suffering falls on us, and ■ we mu§t see our duty under the most IK painful circumstances. A man may be S blind. Indeed, he usually is blind when {■he wants to be; but it would bo quite |K reprehensible for a woman to pretend ■defective vision in similar circumstanK ces. So there Is some consolation for ■ you Am I driving you away, Doctor?” ■> “By no means,” rejoined Wilson, who ■ had risen at her question, and now stood B looking down upon her with a quizzical H light in hie eyes. “I am only sorry I 'S can not sit longer; but your sweeping ■ accusation against the convenient bliyd- ® noss of metofßeminds me that I have a ■ patient waiting for me down the street; | «vd as that Is a duty to which I can not ■’ be blind, I shall have to say good-night. ® I admit there is much justice in your reSftoark. Nevertheless, I hope that time ■

may Improve your opinion of us poor men. Brian, any moments you have to spare, remember and pity my lonely state.” “You ddn’t deserve pity on that score, ” rejoined Brian, promptly. “You know the remedy and refuse to apply It.” Wilson laughed in answer, and saying “Good-night,” he left them, CHAITEK XVIII. A LINK »BOM THK OLD UTS As Margaret hoped and expected, Bertie put in an appo wince two evenings later—the same light-hearted, cheery Bertie, with his never-falling goodhumor atod his almost inexhaustible store of news and gossip, to carry her back to hor homo and let her feel, in imagination at least, something of its old pleasures and Interests. Changes in a small place are always more significant and of more general Interest than those in a great city, where the identity of the individual is lost In the great labyrinth of humanity, and Margaret, whose affection absence had only increased, took a keen delight in hearing not only of the friends she had left but of even the slightest occurrence about Elmwood and its surroundings, and, in return, Bertie wanted to hoar about herself. “This city air has not brought the roses to your cheeks,” he said. “I hope you haven’t developed such a fondness for It that you will be sorry to come back to us. ” “Never, Bertie; my mind can never even Imagine such a possibility. In the first place, I don't like New York, I—l actually hate it, though I shouldn’t tell anyone but you; and, in the second place, I love Elmwood dearly. Then there are things I enjoy there which I cannot have here; my rides, for one thing. Occasionally 1 have a ride in the park, but it Isn’t the same as at home. Here one must go at a certain gait and people ride awkwardly, too, I think. I suppose it is the fashionable way, but it isn’t half so graceful, to see them pounding their saddles, one might say. It really tries mo to look at them. The park is beautiful, though. New York may well be proud of- It. I have been around a great deal. Brian takes me everywhere, and I usually enjoy the places we visit.” “Andßrian?"questioned Bertie, meeting her eye. Her head drooped slightly. Bertie saw the action. He left his chair and came to hor. “Tell me, Margaret," he said, placing his hand upon her shoulder, “It isn’t so hard for you to answer?” “No,” she replied in a low voice, “it should not bo so hard now. My heart has ached, oh, so terribly, and I have been hopeless and despairing, because I was alone —so helplessly alone. Ah, I know what you would say. I have friends. Yes, such true friends. Do you think I ever doubted them, Bertie? But you can understand that there are Borrows which none can share. Lately I have been more encouraged. He has left mo so little, but last night he was later than usual, and to-night he is—not here—at all.” Her head drooped still lower and his hand fell until It rested on hers with a gentle, reassuring sympathy in its touch. “All may be right,” he said with an effort at consolation. “Perhaps,” she answered. “I can only hope, and If it should not be, the disappointment will be so bitter. Last night he did not seem perfectly himself. I tried to believe I imagined it, but I am afraid I showed something in my actions. I tried so hard, too—so hard not to let him see.” “Why should you have tried?” cried Bertie, pressing his lips hard. “Why should you consider him? You have feelings, too. Must they always be outraged?” Margaret raised her eyes at this strong expression of his thoughts. “I think women can’t consider their feelings, Bertie,” she returned, with a sigh. “It seems to me that, no matter how hard or how bitter it may be, they can never get beyond the range of duty. I think we grow to be hypocrites in a way. We are so often obliged to hide our hearts. I know I have often smiled my brightest when my eyes were burning with teat# I held back. I suppose the baptism of sorrow must touch us all, and I only hope that it may wash out all that should not be in my life, and make me braver and stronger for what is to come. Are you leaving me, Bertie? I’m afraid you find me very doleful.” “I leave you, Margaret, to find him. I cannot bear to sit here and hear you talk and There; I’ll act like a baby next. Margaret, you are | dear, brave girl. Long ago, when * “Before you thought I should grow into such a sedate young woman,” interrupted Margaret, hastily. “We used to fight gloriously In those days, didn’t we? Uncle fancied I should always be a tomboy. I wonder If he would recognize me now?” She finished with a sigh, and the light words had held such deep meaning that Bertie found it hard to meet the eyes she raised so bravely to his. “So long ago?" he said, half absently. “Not quite six years since I first saw you. I remember the day so perfectly. You were just home from college, and you had two cats tied together by the tails. I thought you such a cruel boy. Well, you want to go? I shall see you again, sha’n’t I? You are like a breath from Elmwood, Bertie." “You will see me again, and soon, Margaret. Now look me In the face and promise me that the day shall never come when you will cease to regard me as a brother. There; good-night; your tears pain me. God forgive Brian; I cannot. ” Once upon the street Bertie walked along, absorbed In thought This brief visit to Margaret had entirely unnerved him, and he seemed wholly incapable of any practical decision. When he arrived In front of the Hoffman House he ran across Wilson, and feelins rather glad of this chance encounter he greeted Im warmly. “This Is really the first moment I could call my own to-day,” declared Wilson, taking a cigar from the case Ber»lo offered him. “Where Is your destination?" “I was just trying to decide,” was Bertie’s answer. “I dropped in to sec Margaret, and I haven’t recovered from the shock her appearance gave mo yet. I never saw her look more wretched and 111, though I am inclined to think the cause is not entirely physical. ” “No. Other influences at work. How die. you leave her?” “Alone,” was the sententious reply. “Alone,” repeated Wilson. “Then, Brian ?” “Is off disgracing himself,” responded Bertie with much anger. "He ought to he thrashed. Wilson’s face grew very grave. “I had hoped things might be better," I ho said, with a sigh. “They will never be better. I bellevq Brian has lost his last grain of I manhood. He is worse than a coward. If hh had a heartloss, selfish wife there might be some reason, though never an excuse for his actions. But now there is absolutely nothing that one can say for him. He is simply breaking Mar-

garet’s heart. If you had seen her a year ago you could realize what a change these last months have wrought In her. It Is his doing; all his doing. After she has left her homo, her friends, and all she loves, for his sake. My heart swells with indignation at the thought. I know how she loves Elmwood, and dislikes Now York. Yet after all this, she’ll continue to talk of duty. Women are enigmas; I give them up. I'd like to thrash Brian, though. It might possibly do him good.” “I can’t understand him,” remarked Wilson, half absently. “No, nor can any one else. He doesn’t seem worth the unders'anding. I’ll have to find him somehow, and send him home. I can’t bear the thought of Margaret waiting in such anxious dread, not knowing whether he is tumbling about in the gutter or disgracing himself in some other way. Ara we at your quarters already? How fast wo must have walked! No; I can’t come in tonight. Some other time, old fellow! I’ll have to make the round of the club houses, I dare say. Well, good-night.” Bertie did not find Brian, as he had expected, in any of his probable haunts, though he went to them all, anxiously examined the sea of faces, and even questioned the waiters and attendants. Bather disheartened after this vain search, he scarcely knew whore to go next. In his dilemma, ho was in the act of turning a street corner when the full glare of the street lamps falling upon a figure in front of him revealed something very familiar in its outlines. “Brian,” he said, under his breath. Yes, Brian—walking with the uncertain gait that only confirmed his fears. He thought of Margaret, and angry indignation overpowered him; but this same thought brought another, and under its impulse he managed to control himself. With a few hasty strides he was by Brian’s side, and, placing his hand rather heavily upon his shoulder, he asked, roughly: “Where are you going? Come home?” “Home?” repeated Brian, startled into understanding and shrinking under Bertie’s glance. “Home to face her? Never. A few days ago I promised her I would not touch another drop. Yes, promised. A farce, wasn't it? Solemnly promised. You see me to-night. Go home, you say. Go home to see her shrink from me! To see her blush for me! To’see Ah, heavens, no!” These words made no impression on Bertie. “Don’t add villainy to cowardice,” he said, with flashing eyes. “Come, I say. If you have no self-respect, remember her, and have at least the decency to hide your disgrace under your own roof. You shall not break her heart; you shall not ruin her life. I’ll shoot you first.” “Ruin her life,” echoed Brian, burying his face in his hands. “My God, I did not intend to ruin her life.” Bertie said no more. Perhaps even he felt some pity for Brien’s evident agony, or perhaps he feared that words now would express too much of the anger which burned within him. There are men who can never understand the depths to which others can fall. Quite silent he walked by Brian, and only left him when the door had closed upon him. From her own room Margaret heard the faltering step, and knew that Brian had come, but even the great relief of this knowledge did not bring her sleep. All night she tossed restlessly, her mind a prey to miserable doubts and hopeless longings, and when morning came her face told its own story. [TO BE CONTINUED.] The Greatest Compliment, One wet, foggy, muddy day, a little girl was standing on one side of a street in London, waiting for an opportunity to cross over. Those who have seen London streets on such a day, with their Wtet and mud, and have watched the rush of cabs, hansoms, omnibuses, and carriages, will not wonder that a little girl should be afraid to try to make her way through such a babel as that. So she walked up and down, and looked into the faces of those who passed by. Some looked careless, some harsh, some were in haste, and she did not And the one she sought, until at length an aged man, rather tall and spare, and of grave yet kindly aspect, came walking dowu the street. Looking In his face, she seemed to see in him the one for whom she had been waiting, and she went up to him and whispered timidly “Please, sir, will you help me over?” The old man saw the little girl safely across the street, and when he afterward told the story, he said: “That little girl’s trust was the greatest compliment I ever had in my life.” That man was Lord Shaftesbury. He received honor# at the hands of a mighty nation; he was complimented with the freedom of the greatest city on the globe; he received the honors conferred, by royalty; but the greatest compliment he ever had in- his life was when that .tittle unknown girl singled him out in the jostling crowd of a London street, and dared to trust him, stranger though he was, to protect and assist her. Buying Buiui. The Crown Prince of Denmark is ’the idol of the army. One day when the autumn military maneuvers were proceeding, the Danish army was encamped near the old Castle of Hald, in Jutland. The Crown Prince was in command, and walking about in camp after the active duties of the day were over, he found a crowd Os soldiers gathered about a woman, who had brought in a cartful of buns to sell. It would be pay-day next morning, and the soldiers had noCeven money enough to buy a penny bun. Still it was evidently a comfort to crowd about the cart, and inhale the warm odor of the delicacy which they could not otherwise enjoy, and no on« noticed the Crown Prince until he was close upon them. “What is the price of your buns, good woman?” he called. “A penny apiece, sir,” said she. “Very well, I’ll buy the cartload. Get my treasurer to pay you. And you, my soldiers, you have worked so hard to-day that you are sure to be hungry. I hope the buns'will make a palatable dessert after supper.” The soldiers cheered, and felt, no doubt, that there was never prince so thoughtful as theirs. The New -York Tribune observes that cargoes aggregating 42,000 tons arc on their way to San Francisco by sea; but it discovers nothing more in the fact than a poetical interest in a revival of the romance which used to be associated with a trip around the Horn. Under the circumstances tne prosaic Pacific coaster will concede the poetry or anything else as long as io will, keep the cost of transportation down to something like a decent figure.

DR. TALMAGE’S SERMON. HE FINDS MANY LESSONS IN AARON’S GOLDEN CALF. The lament®, Buflbroit but for a Short Timo, but Million, Hnv® Hußcred Since ■nd Million, are Suffering Now by Their Mad Worship of Gold. The Hag® for Gobi. The subject of discourse chosen by Rev. Dr. Talmage for his first sermon after tho national election was one peculiarly appropriate to the money making spirit of tho times. It was “The Golden Calf,” the text selected being Exodus xxxll, 20. “And He took tho calf which they had made and burnt It In tho fire, and ground It to powder and strewed it upon the water and made tho children of Israel drink It. People will have a god of some kind, and they prefer one of their own making. Here come the Israelites, breaking off their golden earrings, the mon as well as the women, for in those times there were masculine as well as feminine decorations. Where did they get these beautiful gold earrings, coming up as they did from the desorb Oh, they “borrowed” them from the Egyptians when they left Egypt. These earrings are piled up into a pyramid of glittering beauty. “Any more earrings?” says Aaron. None. Fire Is kindled, the earrings are melted and poured into a mould, not of an eagle or a war charger, but a calf; the gold cools off, the mold Is taken away, and the idol Is set upon its four legs. • An altar is built in front of the shining calf. Then the people throw up their arms and gyrate ana shriek and dance mightily and worship. Moses has been six weeks on Mount Sinai, and ho comes back and hears the howling and secs the dancing of these golden calf fanatics, and ho loses his patience, and he takes the two plates of stone on which were written the Ten Commandments and flings them so hard against a rock that they spilt all to pieces. When a man gets mad he is very apt to break all the Ten Commandments, Moses rushes in, and he takes this calf god and throws it Into a hot fire until ft is melted all out of shape, and then pulverizes it—not by the modern appliance ot nltro-muriatlc acid, but by the ancient appliance of niter, or by the old fashioned file. He makes for the people a most nauseating draft. He takes this pulverized golden calf and throws it In the only brook which is accessible, and the people are compelled to drink of that brook or not drink at all. But they did not drink all the glittering stuff thrown on the surface. Some of it flows on down the surface of the brook to the river, and then flows ou down the river to the sea, and the sea takes it up and bears it to the mouth of all the rivers, and when the tides set back the remains of this golden calf are carried up into the Hudson, and the East River, and the Thames, and the Clyde, and the Tiber, and men go out and they skim the glittering surface,and they bring it ashore, and they make another golden calf, and California and Australia break off their golden earrings to agument the pile, and in the fires of financial excitement and struggle all these things are melted together, and while we stand looking and wondering what will come of it, 10l we find that the golden calf of Israelitish worship has become tho golden calf of European and American worship. I shall describe to you the god spoken of in the text, his temple, hfs altar ot sacrifice, the music that is made in his temple, and then the final breaking up of the whole congregation of idolaters. Put aside this curtain, and you see the golden calf of modern idolatry. It is not like other idols, made out of stocks or stones, but it has an ear so sensitive that it can hear the whispers on Wall street and Third street and State street, and the footfalls in the bank of England, and the flutter of a Frenchman's heart on the Bourse. It has an eye so keen that it can see the rust’ on the farm of Michigan wheat, and the insect in the Maryland peach orchard, and the trampled grain under the hoof of the Russian war charger. It is so mighty that it swings any way it will the world’s shipping. It has its foot on all the merchantmen and the steamers. It started the American civil war. and under God stopped it, and it decided the Turko-Russian contest. One broker in September, ISoi). In New York, shouted, “Ono hundred and sixty for a million!” and the whole continent shivered. This golden calf of the text has its right front foot in New York, its left front foot in Chicago, its right back foot in Charleston, its left back foot in New Orleans, and when it, shakes itself it shakes the world. Oh, this is a mighty god—the golden calf of th»’world’s worthip! But every god must have its temple, and this golden calf of the text is no exception. Its temple is vaster than St. Paul’s of tne English, and St. Peter’s of the Italians, and the Alhambra of the Spaniards, and the Parthenon of the Greeks, and the Taj Mahal of the Hindoos, and all the other cathedrals put together. Its pillars are grooved and fluted with ‘ gold, and its ribbed arches are hovering gold, and its chandeliers are descending gold, and its floors are tessellated gold, and its vaults are crowded heaps of gold, and its spires and domes are soaring gold, and its organ pipes are resounding gold,.and its pedals are tramping gold, and its stops pulled out are flashing gold, while standlug at the head of the temple, as the presiding deity, are the hoofs and shoulders and eyes and ears and nostrils of the calf of gold. Further, every god must have not only Its temple, but its altar of sacrifice, and this golden calf of the text is no exception. Its altar is not made out of stone, as other altars, but out of counting-room desks and fireproof safes, and it is a broad, a long, a high altar. The victims sacrificed on it are innumerable. What does this god care about the groans and struggles of the victims before it! With cold, metallic eye it looks on and yet lets them suffer. Oh, Heaven and earth, wbat an altar! What a sacrifice of body, mind, and soul! The physical health of a great multitude is flung on this sacrificial altar. They can not sleep, and they take chloral and morphine and intoxicants. Some of them struggle in a nightmare of stocks, and at 1 o’clock in the morning suddenly rise up shouting, “A thousand shares of railroad stock—one hundred and eight and a half; take it!” until the whole family is affrighted, and the speculators fall back on their pillows and sleep until they are awakened again by a “corner” or a sudden “rise” in something else. Tpeir nerves gone, their digestion gone, their brain gone—they die. The clergyman'comes in and reads tho funeral service, “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.” Mistake. They did not die in the Lord”—the golden calf kicked them! The trouble is when men sacrifice themselves on this altar suggested in the text that they not only sacrifice themselves, but they sacrifice their families. If a man by an ill course is determined to go to perdition, 1 suppose you will havejto let him go; but he puts his wife and children than equipage that is the amazement of the avenues, and the driver lashes the horses into two whirlwinds, and tho spokes flash in the sun, and the golden headgear of tho harness gleams, until Black Calamity take* the bits of •■' ■ ' -

tho horses and stops them, and shouts to the luxurious occupants of the equipage, "Get out!” They got out They get down. That husband and father flung his family so bard thoy never got up again. There was tho marg on them for life—tho mark of a split hoof —tho death dealing boot of tho golden calf. Solomon offered In one sacrifice, on one occasion, 22,0000xen and 120,000 sheep; but that was a tamo sacrifice compared with the multitude of men who are sacrificing themselves on this altar of the golden calf, and sacrificing their families with them. The soldiers of Gen. Havelock in India walked literally ankle deep in the blood of the “house of massacre,’’ where 200 women and children had been slain by the Sepoys; buttho blood around about this altar of tho golden call flows up to the knee, flows to the girdle, flows to the shoulder, flows to tho lip. Great God of heaven and earth, have mercy! The golden calf has none. Still tho degrading worship goes on, and the devotees kneel and kiss the dust, and count their golden beads, and cross themselves with tho blood of their own sacrifice. The music rolls on under the arches; it Is made of clinking sliver and clinking gold and the rattling specie of the banks and brokers’ shdps and the voices of all the exchanges. The soprano of the worship is carried by tho timid voices of men who have Just begun tc speculate, while the deep ba s rolls out from those who for ten years of Iniquity have been doubly damned. Chorus of voices rejoicing over what they have made. Chorus of voices wailing over what they have lost. The 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 sacrifice, new victims every moment on it, and there are the kneeling devotees, and the doxology of the worship rolls ou, while death stands with moldy and skeleton arm beating time for the chorus—“ More! more! more!” Some people are very much surprise at tho actions of folk on the Stock exchange. Indeed it is a scene sometimes that paralyzes description, 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 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 astonished spectator goes out into the fresh air feeling that he has escaped from pandemonium. What does it all mean? I will tell you what it means. The devotees of every heathen 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. But my text suggests that this worship must be broken up, as the behavior of Moses in my text indicated. There are those who say that this golden calf spoken of in my text was hollow, and merely plated with gold; otherwise, they say, Moses could not have carried it I do not know that, but somehow, perhaps by the assistance of his friends, he takes up this.golden calf, which is au insult to God and man, and throws it into the fire, and it is melted, and then it 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 as a punishment the people are compelled to drink the nauseating stuff. So, my hearers, 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 to drink it If not before, it will be so on the last day. 1 know pot where the fire will begin, whether, at the Battery or Central park, whether at Brooklyn bridge or at Bush wick, whether at Shoreditch, London or West End, but it will be a very hot blaze. All the Government securities of the United States and Great Britian will curl up in the first blast. All the money, safes and depositing vaults will melt under the first touch. The sea will burn like tinder, and the shipping will be abandoned forever. The melted gold in the broker’s window will burst through the melted window glass and into the street, but the flying population will not stop to scoop It up. The cry of “Fire!” from the mountain will be answered by the cry of “Fire!” in tho plain. The conflagration will burn out from the continent toward the sea, and then burn in from the sea toward the laud. New York and London with one cut of the red scythe of destruction will godown. Twenty-five thousand miles of conflagration! The earth will wrap itself round and round in shroud of flame and lie down to perish. What then will become of your golden calf? Who then so poor as to worship ft? Molted or between the upper and the nether millstone of falling mountains ground to powder. Dagon down. Moloch down. Juggernaut down. Golden calf down. But, my triends, every day is a day of judgment, and God is all the time grinding to pieces the golden calf. Merchants of Brooklyn and New York and London, what is the characteristic of this time in which we live? "Bad,” you say. Professional men, what is the characteristic of the times in which we live? “Bad,” you say. Though I should be in a minority of one, T venture the opinion that these are the best times we have had, for the reason that God is teaching the world as never before that old-fashioned honesty is the only thing that will stand. We have learned as never before that forgeries will not pay; that the spending of fifty thousand dollarson country seats and a palatial city residence, where there are only thirty thousand dollars income, will not pay; that the appropriation of trust funds to our own private speculation will not pay. We had a great national tumor in the shape of fictitious prosperity. We called it national enlargement. Instead of calling it enlargement wq might better nave called it a swelling. It has been a tumor, and God iS’cuttingitout—has cut it out —and the nation will get well and will come back to the principles of our fathers and grandfathers, when twice three made six instead of sixty, and when the apples at the bottom of the barrel were just as good as the apples on the top of the barrel, and a silk handkerchief was not half cotton, and a man who wore a five dollar coat paid for was more honored than a man who wore a fifty dollar coat not paid for. The golden calf of our day, like the one of tho text, is very apt to be made out of borrowed gold. These Israelites of the text borrowed the earrings of the Egyptians aud then molted them into a god. That is the way the golden calf is made nowadays. A great many housekeepers, not paying for tho articles they get, borrow ot the grocer, and the baker, and tho butcher, and the dry goods seller. Then the retailer borrows of the wholesale dealer. Then the wholesale dealer borrows of the capitalist, and we borrow and borrow and borrow until the ' community is divided into two classes—those who borrow and those who are borrowed of—and after awhile the capitalist wants his money and ho rushes upon the wholesale dealer, and the wholesale dealer wants his money and he rushes upon the retailer, and the retailer wants his money and he rushes upon the customer, and we all go down together. There is many a mau in this way who rides in a carriage and owes tho blacksmith for the tire, and the wheelwright for the wheel, and the trimmer for the curtain, and the driver for un

paid wages, and the harness maker tor the bridle, and the furrier for the robe, while from the tip of the carriage tongue clear back to the tip of the shawl fluttering out of the back of the vehicle everything Is paid tor by notes that have been three times rertewed. It is this temptation to borrow and borrow and borrow that keeps the people everlastingly praying to the golden calf for help, and Just at the minute they expect tho help the golden calf treads on them. Tho judgments of God, like Moses in the text, will rush in and break up this worship; and 1 say, let tho work go on until every mau shall learn to speak truth with his neighbor, 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 cannible appetite by devouring widows’ houses, snail by the law of the land be compelled to exchange his mansion for Sing Sing. Let tho golden calf perish! But, my friends, if we have made this world our god, when we come to die wo will see 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 coffin with bonds and mortgages and certificates of stock? Ah, no! The ferryboat that crosses this Jordan takes no baggage—nothing heavier than a spirit You may pernaps take SSOO dollars with you two or three miles, In the shape of funeral trappings,to Greenwood, but yon will have to leave them there, ft would not be safe for you to lie down there with a gold watch or a diamond ring; it, would be a temptation to the pillagers. Ab, my friends, if we have made this worlij our god, when we die we will see our iclol ground to pieces by our pillow, and we will have to drink itin bitter regrets for the wasted opportunities of a lifetime. Soon we will be gone. Oh, this Is a fleeting world; it is a dying world! A man who had worshiped it all bis days, in his dying moment described himself when he said, "Fool! fool! fool!” I want you to change temples, and to give up the worship of this unsatisfying and cruel god for the service of the Lord Jesus Christ Here is the gold that will never crumble. Here are securities that will never fail. Here are banks that will never break. Here, is an altar on which there has been one sacrifice once for all. Here is a God who will comfort you when you are in trouble, and soothe yoo when you are sick, and save you when you die. When your parents have breathed their last, and the old. wrinkled and trembling hands can no more be put upon your head for a blessing, he will be to you father and mother both, giving you the defense of the one and the comfort of the other: and when your children go away from you, the sweet darlings, you will not kiss them 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 a God he is! He will allow you to come so close this morning that you can put your arms around Hik neck, while He in response will put His arms around your neck, and al! the windows of Heaven will be hoisted to let the redeemed look out and see the spectacle of a rejoicing father and returned prodigal locked in 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 and the scorched parchment of the sky shall be rolled together like an historic scroll. Looking Up Glucose. - A correspondent recently wrote to ns inquiring what kind of stuff was glucose. We didn’t know. We had heard a good deal said about glucose, and somehow we had imbibed the impression that it was some kind of a uewly-dis-covered glue. However, being anxious to please our readers, and give universal satisfaction all around, we started out to investigate the subject. A Saginaw man once told us that brewers put glucose in lager beer, so, in the interest of pure science, we bought a glass of beer, and while waiting for the sea foam to cool off a little we remarked casually: “Os course, you put plenty of good, pure glucose in your beer, don’t you?” And may we be blessed if that bar-tender didn’t come round the end of the counter as mad as a hornet and us red in the face as a boiled shrimp, with a big, brass faucet in his hand, and tried to tap us on the nose, but we fled with a mocking laugh. A Wisconsin school-marm had hinted that she labored under the impression that the candy manufacturers used glucose in the preparation of caramels, butter-scotch and sugar monkeys, so we went in and asked a candy-butcher if he had any vanilla larrycodope breaded with glucose, and the man looked so bad for a moment that we were sorry we had said anything about it, and then he pitched his coat into the coal box and his hat into an apple barrel, and came for us on the dead run, and we had to out and seek further in the pursuit of the desired information. We spoke to a retail grocer about buying a barrel of standard “A” coffee sugar, and told him that of course he would see that there was the right quantity of glucose in it. and we are a ghost if he didn’t try to stab us with a buttertester. Then we went home. We are obliged to give up the eonudnrum. If the correspondent could only ask us an easy one, a little one for a cent, we would try and wrestle v ith it. But there is every appearance just now that we shall have to acknowledge ourselves stumped. Every day we hear of some town or community which wants to establish a glucose factory, but what is the use of starting a manufactory to turn out something which nobody wants, or* knows anything about, and which seems to drive people into a frenzy when you speak to them about it ? No, we don’t know what glucose is. arid. what’s more, we don’t care a continental.— Cheek. Making Hay Without fhinslnne. There are youths w hoswbusy hands through the working-da*arn honest bread, and perhaps suppiK others, and whose evening hours devoted to study that will make them men among men some future days There are students whose summer labor procures the money that supports them in their wilder study at college. There are lads now running tho errands of capable engineers, who will, when they are men, bo chief engineers themselves. are bright “eash boys” hurrying to and fro in stores, who will One day control large interests of their own. They have no sunshine to speak of; but theyjpake hay for all that. There are the newspaper offices and the great printing-houses, who have neither money nor friends, nor position ; but they have ambition, and the day will come when their convictions will (Shape the course of multitudes.—Our Home. Discontent is a great deal worse for a man’s health than a disordered liver. The man who is always afraid of feeing cheated would cheat if he could.

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