n! The despotism will fall, and
paganism will burn its idols, and Mohammedanism will give up its false
prophet, and Judaism will confess the true Messiah, and the great
walls of superstition will come down in thunder and wreck at the long,
loud blast of the Gospel trumpet. March on! march on! The besiegement
will soon be ended. Only a few more steps on the long way; only a few
more sturdy blows; only a few more battle cries, then God will put the
laurel upon your brow, and from the living fountains of heaven will
bathe off the sweat and the heat and the dust of the conflict. March
on! march on! For you the time for work will soon be passed, and amid
the outflashings of the judgment throne, and the trumpeting of
resurrection angels, and the upheaving of a world of graves, and the
hosanna and the groaning of the saved and the lost, we shall be
rewarded for our faithfulness or punished for our stupidity. Blessed
be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting to everlasting, and let the
whole earth be filled with His glory. Amen and Amen.

CAPITAL AND LABOR.

"Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so
to them."--MATT. vii: 12.

The greatest war the world has ever seen is between capital and labor.
The strife is not like that which in history is called the Thirty
Years' War, for it is a war of centuries, it is a war of the five
continents, it is a war hemispheric. The middle classes in this
country, upon whom the nation has depended for holding the balance of
power and for acting as mediators between the two extremes, are
diminishing; and if things go on at the same ratio as they are now
going, it will not be very long before there will be no middle class
in this country, but all will be very rich or very poor, princes or
paupers, and the country will be given up to palaces and hovels.

The antagonistic forces are closing in upon each other. The
telegraphic operators' strikes, the railroad employes' strikes, the
Pennsylvania miners' strikes, the movements of the Boycotters and the
dynamiters are only skirmishes before a general engagement, or, if you
prefer it, escapes through the safety-valves of an imprisoned force
which promises the explosion of society. You may pooh-pooh it; you may
say that this trouble, like an angry child, will cry itself to sleep;
you may belittle it by calling it Fourierism, or Socialism, or St.
Simonism, or Nihilism, or Communism; but that will not hinder the fact