The Mark of the Beast Part 28

CHAPTER XVI.

MARTYRED.

It was three months since the image of Apleon had been set up in the "Holy" place in Jerusalem. Now all the world wors.h.i.+pped "The Beast,"

for the images had been multiplied until every town and city and almost every church, etc., had its own idol.

The world had begun by "_Wondering after_" the Beast, it gave itself up to error, despised the Truth, opened itself to receive the "_Strong delusion_," the _Anti_-christ lie, so that the _wors.h.i.+p_ of the Beast himself, then of his image, became but just consequent steps one after the other.

In Ancient Roman days its Emperors took divine t.i.tles, accepted homage, wors.h.i.+p, honor, all of which belonged, by right, to Deity alone.

Augustus had temples reared for the wors.h.i.+p of himself, and, through all the ages since, the remains of one of these temples (at Angora) has remained, and inscribed upon a great stone lintel is the significant word: "To THE G.o.d AUGUSTUS." Near by, in the same district, is a kindred inscription, "To MARCUS AURELIUS . . . . _by one most devoted to his G.o.dhead_." Nero and Domitian, fiends of blood and l.u.s.t, were styled, while they lived, "G.o.d," and "OUR G.o.d AND LORD."

And Apleon fulfilled, to the minutest letter, all that was prophesied of him as regarded his a.s.sumption of the divine. "_He will exalt himself_," wrote Daniel "_and magnify himself above G.o.d. He will speak marvellous things against the G.o.d of G.o.ds. He will not regard any G.o.d, for he will magnify himself above all." "He opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called G.o.d," Paul said, "or that is wors.h.i.+pped; so that he, as G.o.d, sitteth in the temple of G.o.d, showing himself that he is G.o.d_."

Whatever may be the cause of it, the fact remains that ever since the Devil's lie in Eden was absorbed by, and ruined man, there has been a p.r.o.neness, a latent tendency to idolatry in the human race. And the _manifestations_ of this tendency have not been confined to peoples who in their recent past have been won from idol wors.h.i.+p.

As late as the revolution days, in cultured, polished France, busts of Marat and others, were greeted in the streets with bursts of Hallelujahs, by the populace, and, even in the churches, all over France, the people sang odes and Hallelujahs, and bowed themselves before these busts, and at the mention of their names. Marat, especially was treated as divine and "was universally deified," and "divine" wors.h.i.+p of his image was everywhere set up in churches.

And the "wors.h.i.+p of the Beast" came about easily, and as the natural transition from the world's earlier adulation of the "Man of Sin."

Millions upon millions of his image, in the form of charms, were worn like the _eikons_ of the Greek church. In the hour of death these _eikons_ (likenesses) "of the Beast," were held before the eyes of the pa.s.sing soul, as the crucifix was held, (in the old days before the destruction of the older ecclesiastical systems,) before the eyes of the dying Romanist and Ritualist.

In that first three months of the _second_ half of the seven years of Anti-christ, much had changed in every way in the world. Under the supreme dictation of Apleon changes commanded by him were effected throughout the whole world, in one week, that would have occupied a century in the old days of the nineteenth century, say.

Babylon the Great, which had long since been rebuilt, had become the world's commercial centre. It was exclusively a _commercial_ city, there was nothing ecclesiastical (Babylon _ecclesiastical_, the religious system had been destroyed, when all _religious_ head-s.h.i.+p had been summed up in Apleon).

There was nothing military, in the New Babylon, and though every vileness in the form of entertainment was to be found in the great city, all this was but the recreative side of the life of the commercial people of the world's metropolis.

Ever increasingly, during the 19th century, and the first decade of the 20th, commerce had been growing as clamorous and as exciting as the "horse-leech," never satisfied, ever crying "give, give." It had clamoured for a common currency, common weights and measures, common code of terms, and a hundred and one kindred things.

But it was in Babylon the Great, that the woman of Zechariah v.

1--Commerce--had found all she had been insisting for, through all the past years,--and it all emanated from, and was centred in Apleon. And it was all connected with wors.h.i.+p. "_Covetousness, which is idolatry_."

With the utter destruction of "Mystic Babylon," the vast religious system, (whose destruction we have seen,) there came a mighty impulse of commerce, and of consequent wealth to "Babylon the Great" the City.

Apleon had made it his head-quarters. "_The kings of the earth lived wantonly with her_." Her wharves and warehouses--built on that wondrous Euphrates--were packed with "_merchandise of gold, silver, precious stones, of pearls, fine linen, purple, silk, scarlet, and all rare woods, and all manner of vessels of ivory, bra.s.s, iron, marble, cinnamon, odours, ointments, frankincense, wine, oil, fine flour, wheat, beasts, sheep, horses, chariots, slaves--and souls of men_."

Her vessels traded with the whole world. Her liners, travelling at 100 miles per hour, were in easy touch of every land. Her pride in her Maritime and commercial power, was overwhelming: "How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously. . . . For she saith in her heart, I sit a queen!" Her aerial merchandise fleets, too, were amazing!

The three months had brought great changes to the trio in whom we are specially interested--Ralph Bastin, George Bullen, and Rose, his young wife.

Ralph, in quitting the editor's chair of the Courier, had received a handsome _doucier_, from Sir Archibald Carlyon, and this, at his special request, had been paid to him in the new paper currency of the time--there was a world-common currency, under the Apleon regime, as there was also a world-common code, weights and measures, etc.

He had also contrived to turn his savings into the paper currency.

George Bullen had done the same, though in the case of each of them it had not been easy work, for both were marked men.

They knew themselves to be hated--and watched. Again and again they had narrowly escaped death, and each day they realized that it might be the last.

The news of the wondrous enthusiasm of the world's peoples gathered in Babylon and Jerusalem, in their new wors.h.i.+p of the golden images of Apleon, had stirred London, New York, Berlin, Paris--_atheistical_ Paris; and all other great world-centres, and in each city many images had been set up.

Though neither Ralph Bastin, or George Bullen had now anything to do with journalism--they could not obtain work of any kind because of the absence of the "mark of the Beast" upon their foreheads. But both were journalists by nature, hence when they knew that the image of the Beast was to be set up in St. Paul's on a given Sunday, they determined to be present to see how far this basest of idolatry had really laid hold of London.

The trio lived together in a little house, in a by-street in Bloomsbury. Rose would never allow her husband to go out without her; the times were too perilous, either for him to be in the streets, or for her to remain alone at home. In the actual language of Ruth, she had said to him:--

"_Entreat me not to leave thee:--for whither thou goest I will go; where thou lodgest, I will lodge; . . . where thou diest, I will die; . . . the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me_."

On reaching the Mansion House--the old building was still there, though used for another purpose--they were amazed at the excitement which prevailed in the streets. Thousands of excited people were moving westwards, many of them evidently bound for St. Paul's.

_Every_one seemed to be wearing the brand of the "Beast," and more than once our trio came very near to being set upon, for that they were defying public opinion, as well as the command of the All-Supreme Director of consciences as well as lives--Apleon--by the absence of the "Mark" upon them.

Arrived at the cathedral they had no difficulty in getting in, since the hour was early, and a rumour having obtained credence that the great idol was to be wheeled out upon the steps of the cathedral, the vast bulk of would-be wors.h.i.+ppers remained outside of the huge building.

Presently these outside must have become acquainted with the falseness of the rumour for there was a tremendous rush into the building, until, in three minutes, it was packed to its utmost limits.

Ralph, George and Rose had secured seats, in the centre of the third row, almost under the great dome, for they wanted to get as perfect a view of the image as possible.

The hum of several thousand voices, as the gathered people gossipped about the image, made quite a volume of sound. Every eye was fixed on the great golden statue. It was a wondrous piece of work and the likeness of Apleon was an extraordinary one. The people who were seated far back could see only from the breast upwards. But those nearer (Ralph, and George, and Rose among them) who could see not only the whole figure, but the plinth and the pedestal upon which it stood, saw that the inscription on the plinth was the same as that which had been reported as upon the first image, the one set up in the Temple at Jerusalem--"I AM, THAT I AM!"

A shudder pa.s.sed over our trio, as they read the blasphemy.

Now, suddenly, a richly-robed priest, holding a silver bugle to his lips, stood out on the altar steps. The shrill bugle call for "silence" rang through the great building, and a tomb-like hush fell upon the mult.i.tude.

Another priest, more gorgeously costumed than the first, came slowly forward chanting clearly and distinctly:

"We believe in Man, in the Religion of Humanity, Man is G.o.d, and G.o.d is man. We believe that all the excellencies which of old, were attributed to the G.o.d of the Bible, were but sparks struck out of the goodnesses that were within the man Himself. Hence we no longer need to be Divine by proxy." [1]

The organ rolled out a gay note to which the gathered thousands chanted a gay "Amen!"

"_We believe_," the priest went on in his chant--"_that the living G.o.d, is the marriage of Force and matter, of Head and Hand. And we believe that the product of this co-ordination is in our Great Superman, the G.o.d of the Universe, Apleon, our Superior-G.o.d, and Him we wors.h.i.+p and adore--_"

The priest made a well-understood sign, and the whole ma.s.s of the people _knelt_--they were too crowded to prostrate themselves. The great organ pealed forth in some wondrous chordings, that were dying down into zephyr-like breaths, when the voice of the priest broke the comparative silence.

In harsh, commanding tones, he cried:

"You three rebels, kneel at once!"

The whole congregation lifted their eyes to see two men, and a beautiful woman between them, standing proudly, fearlessly, amid the great kneeling throng.

"Kneel, you apostate rebels!" thundered the priest.

For answer, Rose lifted her strong, powerful, beautiful voice, in a G.o.d-inspired spontaneous burst of _true_ wors.h.i.+p, singing:

"All Hail the power of Jesus' Name, Let angels prostrate fall."

Ralph and her husband caught the inspiration and the musical key, and the trio had reached the "Bring forth the Royal Diadem," before the great congregation of blasphemers awoke to the full meaning of what the song of the trio meant. Then, with a roar like ten thousand lions, they shouted: