Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-04-04
Mistakes Of the Rich.

The Egyptian king, swollen with his
grandeur, ordered colossal staircase built
to his new palace. discovered to bis cha
grin, when it was completed, that he re-
quired ladder to get from one step to an
other. He had forgotten that q king's legs
after all, were as short as beggar's. Ag-
grandise as we may,. the limits of our SEN
ses check US miserably at every moment.
You calf yourself proprietor! House and
pictures out-hve you, and after taking your
will Of them for q short time, yau are carr
ried out Of your own door fee; foremost,
never. again io.enser it. "Proprieiors" you
were. perhaps, ef farms and castles, estates
and mountalns-b now you own nothing
but hole in the ground six feet by two!
The artist who visits your gallery while
you live and own it, enjoys it more than
you. You are rich enough to dine twenty
four times day, but you must cat sparing-
ly to enjoy even dining once. Your cellar
is full OF exquisite wines, but you can only
drink one bottle yourself, and, to help you
use your store you are obliged to call a.
round your friends, relatives, parasites-a
little world who live upon your substances,
and who, instead Of gratitude, are lkelier
TO make you return in envy. You have
thirty-horses in your stable; you can mount
but one-ride alter but two or four.
To be truly rich, one should have stom.
achs in proportion to the number Of dinners
he could affJrd, senses extended according
to stock in bank, sextuple vigor and sensi
biIty to concentrate and return all the love
he conld propitiate with gifts. At The
close Of his life, the richest man has hard
ly spent more upon his enjoyment than the
poor man. He has eaten twice day
slept in bed alone or with one vile, anc
the poor can do as much and the proprietor
scarcely more. N>,-,.-
! Rothschld is forced to content himsel
with the same sky as the poor newspaper
writer; and the banker cannot order pri
vate sunset nor add one ray to its magnifi
cence of the night. The same air swells al
lungs The same kind of blood fills all veins
Each one possesses, really, only his owl
thoughts and bis own senses. Soul ant
body--these are all the property which
man completely owns.
All that is raluabls in this acorld is tt
be had for nothing. Gen US, beauty mt
love are not to be bought and sold. Yo,
may buy a rich bracelet, but not vel
turned arm on which to wear it-a pear
necklace, but not q pearly throat wit
which it shall vie. The richest banker o
earth would offer his fo,tune to be able t
write verse like Byron. One comes ir
to the world naked and goes out Naked
The difference in the fneness of bit c
linen for a shroud is not much. Man is
handful of. clay which turns rapidly bacI
to dust, and which is compelled nightly t.
relapse into the nothingness of sleep, to ge
strength to commence life again Tomorrow
In this life so partaken by nnnihilation
what is there real? Is it our sleeping o
our waking-our dreams or our thought
Do we arise Ito the more valuable life
when we go to bed, or go to bed when W
arise? No!-man is no proprietor! or h
owns but the breath rs it traverses his lips
and the idea as it fits across his mind. AM
even the idea belongs TO another.