a man whose whole being was one flame of hatred for
wealth, and all that wealth stands for, -- for the pride of
wealth, and the luxury of wealth, and the tyranny of wealth;
who was himself a beggar and a tramp, a man of the people,
an associate of saloon-keepers and women of the town;
who again and again, in the most explicit language, de~
nounced wealth and the holding of wealth: 'Lay not up
for yourselves treasures on earth!' -- 'Sell that ye have
and give alms!' -- 'Blessed are ye poor, for yours is the
kingdom of Heaven!' -- 'Woe unto you that are rich, for
ye have received your consolation!' -- 'Verily, I say unto
you, that a rich man shall hardly enter into the kingdom
of Heaven!' Who denounced in unmeasured terms the
exploiters of his own time: 'Woe unto you, scribes and
pharisees, hypocrites!' -- 'Woe unto you also, you law~
yers!' -- 'Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can
ye escape the damnation of hell?' Who drove out the
businessmen and brokers from the temple with a whip!
Who was crucified -- think of it -- for an incendiary and
a disturber of the social order! And this man they have
made into the high-priest of property and smug respecta~
bility, a divine sanction of all the horrors and abominations
of modern commercial civilization! Jeweled images are
made of him, sensual priests burn incense to him, and mod~
ern pirates of industry bring their dollars, wrung from the
toil of helpless women and children, and build temples to
him, and sit in cushioned seats and listen to his teachings
expounded by doctors of dusty divinity--"

"Bravo!" cried Schliemann, laughing. But the other
was in full career -- he had talked this subject every day
for five years, and had never yet let himself be stopped.
"This Jesus of Nazareth!" he cried. "This class-con~
scious working-man! This union carpenter! This agitator,
law-breaker, firebrand, anarchist! He, the sovereign lord
and master of a world which grinds the bodies and souls
of human beings into dollars -- if he could come into the
world this day and see the things that men have made in
his name, would it not blast his soul with horror? Would
he not go mad at the sight of it, he the Prince of Mercy

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