Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1893-08-03

Ia his treasures. had rather be com
mon cur dog and wander through thu
streets and highways than to be such {
man shut up in dog kennel forever.
THE RUSSIAN BED.
Was the Russian nobleman rich who
owned his vast acres and his millions
who proudly displayed his treasures Il
his friends, in the possession of them
He took the stranger through every room
in his house, showed him each art treas
ure, while he wondered at their beauty
and value. He took him into his bed
1 chamber, showed him the magnificent
tapestries, wonderful eastern rugs, the
marvellous bedstead, with its quaint cary.
ing, its inlaid precious stones. The Rus
sian fairly swelled with pride as he look.
ed down ON this bed, the laces on which
were worth their weight in gold. But
is it not magnificent" he asked his gnest.
The guest replied that it was certainly
the most wonderful bed he had ever
seen. With sly wink the Russian re-
piled: But you do not suppose, man,
that ! sleep on top of that? / sleep I'M
der here" He lifted the covering and
showed mean trundle bed beneath the
great bed. You could not make man
like that rich. Put him in palace; give
him bed worth million dollars to sleep
in; he would not sleep in it; he would go
out and sleep with the dog. Ii is his ma
ture. He has not the capacity for riches
Wealth is not question of arithmetic
merely; it is a question of capacity, Of
power in the possessor.
MONEY A FICTION.
Fifth-Mouey in itself is so weak that
it has no intrinsic value. Money, wheth-
er it be Ct gold or of silver or Of paper,
basin itself no inherent value. The gold
bug believes that gold is the cure for all
ills. The silver fanatic declares that the
evils Of the financial worls are due 10 the
demonstration of silver. And the green
back dreamer declares that all we need
is for government 10 print the money
Now, as matter of fact. the man who
supposes that either paper or silver or
gold or copper have in themselves any
intrinsic value makes fundamental er-
ror. Money in itself has no value. II is
valuable not IN itself, but for what il sig
nifies in the community.
Suppose that "a millionaire turn his
fortune into gold. Suppose Mr.. Gould
had liquidated all his possessions IN bust
ness, placed the result, $75 200, 900, in
his yacht and started around the world
in pleasure tour. Suppose he had been
cast on desert island, his vessel wrecked,
al hax.srsr aa.Fal lbs
money. He piles II up in the sand; there
it lies. He sits down on it and proceeds
to starve TO death. How much is he
worth as he sits ON that pile of yellow
moldf He is worth nothing. He is a
pauper; he is beggar. The gold is all
there. The coin is of due weight. II is
not short, has not been injured in the
it does not tarnish in the water.
And yet he is worth nothing Suppose
4 passing vessel takes him aboard. trans |
ports him 20 New York with his money |
and again lands him in Wall street. He |
has his money in the vaults of the Safe
Deposit company. How much now is /
ne worth? He is worth the face value of /
MS coin-$75, 600, 600. Why! Because
he community gives to this metal the
value. Wealth is power over
men. Money is wealth as it is power
,ver men,
The true value of money is commu-
lal value. 1t is one that is bound up
With the heart blood of the whole com
nunity. 1t is one that comes in and
through the community. No man there
ore has the right TO do what he pleases
With what he may possess. A mans
money is not simply his own. 1t belongs
a one sense-and a high sense--to the
No man has right 10 do
What he pleases with what he may pos
ess. A man only has the right TO do
ot what he pleases, but what he ought
o do. Money is power. All power is a
rust.
JAY GOULD OR MRS. BOOTH?
Sixth-As' a matter of fact, money is
o weak that it does not touch the heart
ange of real life. A millionaire died
he other day and was buried, and no.
ody cared as to where he was buried
{ was matter of no Importance. As /,
D the incidents of his death. they did
OF touch the heart of the people. He .
wned money enough to shake the finan-
ial world from ocean to ocean. /
A woman died in London recently \,
tho had no money, but thousands |
lronged to her bier and begged the priv !
ege of looking on her dead face. For {
avs and weeks the procession filed by /
lie body. Day and night, an unceasing I
ream, thousands and hundreds of thou ,
lnds of eager faces, looked into her face I
18th love and with infinite tenderness.
len who had been lifted from the ditch I
nd the gutter and clothed and in their 1
ght minds stood over the coffin and !
led like children. Women who had
zen abandoned to all hope and life and
no had been snatched as a brand from /
lie burning stood with tear stained faces t
I'D kissed the cold lips with passionate c
We \
A mother passed by the bier and /
oked with longing eyes into the face of