The first thing which caught my attention was the figure of Everett, seated on the floor of the wagon from which the speech was being made.  I saw that his face was covered with blood; I learned later that he had three teeth knocked out, and his nose broken.  Nevertheless, there he was with his stenographer’s notebook, taking down the prophet’s words.  He told me afterwards that he had taken even what Carpenter said in the church.  “I’ve an idea he won’t last very long,” was the way he put it; “and if they should get rid of him, every word he’s said will be precious.  Anyhow, I’m going to get what I can.”

Also I saw Korwsky, lying on the floor of the wagon, evidently knocked out; and two other men whom I did not know, nursing battered and bloody faces.  Having taken all that in at a glance, I gave my attention to what Carpenter was saying.

He was discussing churches and those who attend them.  Later on, my attention was called to the curious fact that his discourse was merely a translation into modern American of portions of the twenty-third chapter of St. Matthew; a free adaptation of those ancient words to present day practices and conditions.  But I had no idea of this while I listened; I was shocked by what seemed to me a furious tirade, and the guests of the hotel were even more shocked—­I think they would have taken to throwing things out of the windows at the orator, had it not been for their fear of the crowd.  Said Carpenter: 

“The theologians and scholars and the pious laymen fill the leisure class churches, and it would be all right if you were to listen to what they preach, and do that; but don’t follow their actions, for they never practice what they preach.  They load the backs of the working-classes with crushing burdens, but they themselves never move a finger to carry a burden, and everything they do is for show.  They wear frock-coats and silk hats on Sundays, and they sit at the speakers’ tables at the banquets of the Civic Federation, and they occupy the best pews in the churches, and their doings are reported in all the papers; they are called leading citizens and pillars of the church.  But don’t you be called leading citizens, for the only useful man is the man who produces. (Applause.) And whoever exalts himself shall be abased, and whoever humbles himself shall be exalted.

“Woe unto you, doctors of divinity and Catholics, hypocrites! for you shut up the kingdom of heaven against men; you don’t go in yourself and you don’t let others go in.  Woe unto you, doctors of divinity and Presbyterians, hypocrites! for you foreclose mortgages on widows’ houses, and for a pretense you make long prayers.  For this you will receive the greater damnation!  Woe unto you, doctors of divinity and Methodists, hypocrites! for you send missionaries to Africa to make one convert, and when you have made him, is twice as much a child of hell as yourselves. (Applause.) Woe unto you, blind guides, with your subtleties of doctrine, your transubstantiation