Republican vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1857, 1850-01-07
MISCELLANEOUS.
MISTAKES eE THE RICH.

The Egyptian King, W no, swollen with gran
denr, ordered colossal staircase built to his
new palace discovered to his chagrin, when il
was completed, that he required ladder to get
from one step to the other. He had forgotten
that Kings legs, after all, were as short as a
beggar's. Aggrandise as we may, the limits of
our senses check US niserably at every moment
You call yourself proprietor Houses and pic
lures out live you, and after taking your will OF
them Tor a short time, you are carried out of your
own door, teet foremost, never again to enter it
sPropHetors" you were, perhaps, Of farms and
castles, estates and mounans-but now YOU
own nothing but a hole in the ground, six feet
by twol
The artist who visits your gallery while you
live and own it enjoys 1t more than YOU You
are rich enough to dine twenty -tour times day.
but you must eat sparinely 10 enjoy dining even
once. Your cellar is full of exquisite wines, but
you can drink only one bottle yourself, & to help
you use your store, you are obliged to call around
your friends, relatives, and parastes-a little
world who live upon your substance, and, who
instead OF gratitude, are likelier to make you re-
turn III envy. You have thirty horses in YOU
stable; you cannot mount but one-ride aftel
but four
To be truly rich, one should have stomach in
proportion to the number of dinners he could af-
ford, senses excluded according to stock in bank,
sextuple vigor and sensibility to concentrate aud
return all the love he could propitiate with gifts
At the close OF his life the richest man has hard.
ly spent more upon his own enjoyment than the
poor man. He has eaten twice day, slept in a
bed alone or but with one wife, and the pool
man can do as much, and the proprietor scarce
ly more.
Rothschild is forced to content himself with the
same sky asst the poor newspaper writer, and the
great banker cannot ordera private sunset MOI
add one ray to the n1agniicence of the night
The same air swells all lungs. The same kind
OF blood fills all veins Each one possesses, real
ly, only his own thoughts and his own senses
Soul and body-these are all the property which
a man completely owns.
4 Il that is valuable i'll this world is to be had
Tor nothing Genius, beauty and love are not
bought or sold. You may buya rich bracelet
but not well turned arm on which to wear it
a pearl necklace, but not peary throat with
which it shall vie. The richest banker on earth
would vainly offer his fortune to be able to write
verse like Byron One comes into the world
naked and goes out naked. The difference in the
fineness of bit of fine linen is not much. Man
is a handful Of clay which turns rapidly back
again to dust, and which is compelled nightly TO
relapse in the northlneness of Sleep to Get
strength to commence life again Tomorrow.
In this life, so partaken by anrihilation, what
is there that is real! Is tour sleeping or our
waking-our dreaming or our thought? Do we
arise ito the more valuable life) when we 90 to
bed, or go to bed when we arise man is no pro.
prietor? For he owns but the breath as # TIA
verses his lips, and the idea as it fits across his
mind. And even the idea often belongs to an
other.