MALICE-ENVY.

WRATH is cruel, and anger is outrageous; but who is able to stand tɛfore envy ? PROVERBS, Xxvii, 4.

For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. JAMES, iii, 16.

Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit in malice be ye children, nut in understanding be men. I. CORINTHIANS, Xiv, 20.

MEN that make

Envy and crooked malice nourishment,

Do bite the best.

SHAKSPEARE.

FOR it is hard indeed that mere suspicion,

Hating all good and charitable deeds,

Should take from men the glorious names they win
By constant virtues and a life of toil.

WHO made the heart, 'tis He alone
Decidedly can try us;

ISAAC C. PRAY

He knows each chord-its various tone,

Each spring-its various bias:

Then at the balance let's be mute,

We never can adjust it;

What's done we partly may compute,

But never what's resisted.

BURNS.

HE hated all good works and virtuous deeds,
And him no less that any like did use

And who with gracious bread the hungry feeds,
His alms, for want of faith, he doth accuse.

SPENSER.

ΜΑΜΜΟΝ.

No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will cleave to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon. MATTHEW, vi, 24..

If therefore ye have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches? LUKE, Xvi, 11.

How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God! MARK, x, 23,

PERCHANCE he gives his thousands to the poor—
He well may give what he can use no more.
What willing charity! gives, dares he say?
He gives, but not till Heaven has snatched away.

THOMAS WARD.

MAY not a golden lading, too profound,
Risk the soul's bark to starry haven bound?

THOMAS WARD.

HIGH-BUILT abundance, heap on heap! for what?
To breed new wants, and beggar us the more;
Then make a richer scramble for the throng,
Soon as this feeble pulse, which leaps so long,
Almost by miracle, is tired of play.

NOR riches boast intrinsic worth,
Their charms at best superior earth:
These oft the heaven-born mind enslave,

And make an honest man a knave.

"Wealth cures my wants," the miser cries.
Be not deceived the miser lies:

One want he has, with all his store,

That worst of wants the want of more.

YOUNG.

COTTON.

Zucchi.

The Love of Gold.

Sartair.

WIDE-WASTING pest! that rages unconfined,
And crowds with crimes the records of mankind;
For gold, his sword the hireling ruffian draws;
For gold, the hireling judge distorts the laws;
Wealth heaped on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys,
The dangers gather as the treasures rise.

DR. JOHNSON.

ALL flesh is grass, and all its glory fades
Like the fair flower, dishevelled in the wind;
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.

SAY, what is wealth? A gilded pain:
And what is power? A weakness hid:
And what is life? A shadow vain:

And joy? A phantom, still forbid :
Shall then proud man his grandeur ward
By toys which God doth not regard?

(See also AVARICE, EARTH)

COWPER.

H. H. WELD.