The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-07-12
A SHORT SERMON.


Make it thy souls delight to gather coin.
Suffer not thy thoughts to stray from this
purpose. Make corners in bread so that
the poor shall go hungry What is it 10
thee that hundreds suller' Make cor
ncrs in water, though the great Father
poured it out without stint tor all his chill
dren. Fence it up, gather it into reser-
voirs, and make the thirst as well as the
hunger of the people fill thy purse.
Watch the progress Of industry, and buy
up the land that lies in its course. Hold
it for high prices hold it until the home
less and landless must have it at any
price. What is it to thee that industries
are paralyzeda Put money in thy purse.
Thy brother may be fainting by the
wayside, crushed by misfortune and sick
ness. Heed not his cry of agony. Shut
all avenues of the heart to the cries of
suffering humanity What is the world
to thee' Put money in thy purse.
The world is full of beauty. Every
tiny flower that opens its PETALS to drink
in the sunshine is full Of marvellous, self
acting machinery. Heed it not Turn not
aside from thy great work. The rocks Of
the earth, all the elements, tell wond-
rous story of the creation, extending
through myriads Of ages, of changes from
chaos to order, from darkness to light
and life; Of alternating ages Of torrid heat
and icy solitude. The stars spangling
the infinite blue deep tell a marvellous
tale Of the extent Of Gods works, and
suggest the possibility of future great
ness of the soul; of wandering at will
through, endless beautv--wondering ad-
iniring, and learning. Leave such things
to fools; they are nothing to thee. Put
money in thy purse.
Work for money with all thy might,
mind and soul, and it shall flow to thee,
as the water fioweth to the sea, in streams
ever widening and deepening, gathering
strength as it comes. Thou shalt own
broad acres in the hearts of cities, and
principaities in the country. Thy hocks
Shall cover thousand hills, and thy bank
accounts increase by day and by night
Though, in the pursuit Of wealth, thy fea.
lures become the incarnation of all that
is vile, record of years of sin, at thy ap
proach with the golden key the doors of
palatial residences will fly open, obsequi
ons servants will conduct thee to the in,
nermost shrine, melodious voices will
chant for thee the sweetest songs, gray
haired wisdom will lend thee its aid, anc
youth and beauty will come to thy arms
Thou mayest ride rough-shod over the
people, for hast not thou the wherewlth
But know, o mortal that the three bes
things in this world thy gold cannot buv-
true affection, health and a life bevond
Thy millions cannot purchase one atom o
love or respect; in that the poorest sewing
girl in the city, or the dirtietst dustmal
may be richer than thou art, for some on
may have for them a tender though. Sor
rows and reverses will sometime overtak
thee, as they have all men-times whel
sympathy should mingie with thy tears
but the power OF thy gold will have be
come too insignificant. Thy heart vii
be like desert land, without green thing
fountain or shade. The harpies of tn
law will quarrel over thy i'll gotten gain
as the wild dogs and woevs over the fall
en bison Of the plains, and thou shall
have lived to no purpose, and what reward
canst thou expect in the great future9