Pioche daily record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1872-1876, 1875-11-07
THE LOVE OF MONEY,

" Gold, gold, gold, gold,
Blight and yellow, hard and cold.
Spurned by the young and Rugged by the old
Till underneath the church-yard mould"
This is our text for to.day's sermon.
You will not find it in any cherished re.
pository of literary treasures; if curious
you may see it in some old black letter
volume with copious foot-notes and per-
sonal Endorsement by some former
reader long since under the church. yard
mould and his soul, let us hope, in
glory. Its truth you will find in the
lives of many; you will find it in the life
of the man that has grasped at shadows
and Ignored substance. who has made q
god of the bright, yellow gold and re-
jected the comforts desirable from a
right use of wealth; in the life of the
man who has shut his heart TO all ap-
peals of sympathy and in whose breast
the milk of human kindness has long
since dried up. We enter under lofty
church spires and walk up spacious
aisles, and seating ourselves in com.
Portable pews, We hear for the hundredth
time that "the love of money is the root
of all evil, and while rejecting on the
extent OF the roots in our tenacious soil
and the goodly crop borne, we SEQ a
brother with bowed head and penitent
mien. yet know that tomorrow morning
that brother, with erect head and defiant
mlen. Will be ready to do a land-office
business with all and sundry and the
holy seed has again fallen on rocky soil.
lis enRrafted in poor human nature, is
this love of money. We see it in the
chubby three-year-o fill each hand
with big apple, offer him third, and
dropping his riches he bursts into tears
to think he is compelled to reinauish
more than he eau hold--the child only
has more riches than he can enjoy. We
are given example of the same in the boy
who, regardless of what he does own,
views with covetors eye the well-dressed
and watch.fobbed playmate; in the girl
who values ribbons in the hair
better than modesty in her heart and
sacrifices inward peace to outward dazzle.
OF like ilk is the man who is vexed of
his neighbor having finer house or
prefer wife than he has, or the woman
who LOOKS at her neat chintz curtains
disdainfully after seeing Mrs. Blank 3
rich lace ones. 1t is but covetousness
the world over; ignoring what we pos.
sess, we strive for what is beyond our
reach, and often fall into dark aud un.
faihomabe CULTS in the effort to span the
discrepancy. The love for money is an
undying fame that is fed with the pre-.
oious fuel of life by the unfortunate, in
whose breast the fatal pyre Is kindled.
human love may grow cold, desire for
the worlds applause depart from the
heart, immortal hope be swallowed up
by base desire and all the springs of
Human emotion dry up, but the love of
gold is undying and unquenchable and
lasts as long as life itself. Daily toll and
nightly vigil is naught to the devotee of
the precious metal, he sweats and beeds
and lays his life on tho altar of his
divinity, with the last gap of expiring
humanity thinking the broad pieces OF
senseless earth, for which he has lost all
temporal pleasure and immortal hope.
To him. in whose heart the love of gold
has supplanted all other loves and friend.
ships, but little of life's sunshine can
come. Flowers may bloom, fair winds
blow, earth smile and heaven open, but
the heart in his breast is as GOLD md as
hard as the yellow, glittering earth he
clasps 80 greedily. The Widows sigh or
orphans wall falls on deaf ear, the
scene of distress is viewed by partially
obscured eye. The words eternity and
Immortality may bs printed plainly and
laid before him. but twenty dollar gold
piece will cover them, and the material
gold dnlls his senses and hides from his
view the spiritual truth. The value Of a
life is not reckoned ny the number Of
years lived or the amount OF gold gar.
nered, but rather by the manner Of living
and the use to which the garnered treas
ure is put. If the life is we'll spent 'tis
good; if the treasure rightly used. bet.
ter; If common humanity be helped,
burdens lightened and hearts cheered
it's glorious, and glorious is the future,
for these three have we, faith, hope
and charity, but the greatest Of these is
charity"