s century of sharp competition
and the survival of the fittest is how to be rich without money and to
learn how to live without success according to the popular standard.

In the poem, "The Changed Cross," a weary woman is represented as
dreaming that she was led to a place where many crosses lay, crosses of
divers shapes and sizes. The most beautiful one was set in jewels of
gold. It was so tiny and exquisite that she changed her own plain
cross for it, thinking she was fortunate in finding one so much lighter
and lovelier. But soon her back began to ache under the glittering
burden, and she changed it for another, very beautiful and entwined
with flowers. But she soon found that underneath the flowers were
piercing thorns which tore her flesh. At last she came to a very plain
cross without jewels, without carving, and with only the word, "Love,"
inscribed upon it. She took this one up and it proved the easiest and
best of all. She was amazed, however, to find that it was her old
cross which she had discarded.

It is easy to see the jewels and the flowers in other people's crosses,
but the thorns and heavy weight are known only to the bearers. How
easy other people's burdens seem to us compared with our own! We do
not realize the secret burdens which almost crush the heart, nor the
years of weary waiting for delayed success--the aching hearts longing
for sympathy, the hidden poverty, the suppressed emotion in other lives.

William Pitt, the Great Commoner, considered money as dirt beneath his
feet compared with the public interest and public esteem. His hands
were clean.

The object for which we strive tells the story of our lives. Men and
women should be judged by the happiness they create in those around
them. Noble deeds always enrich, but millions of mere dollars may
impoverish. _Character is perpetual wealth_, and by the side of him
who possesses it the millionaire who has it not seems a pauper.

Invest in yourself, and you will never be poor. Floods can not carry
your wealth away, fire can not burn it, rust can not consume it.

"If a man empties his purse into his head," says Franklin, "no man can
take it from him. An investment in knowledge always pays the best
interest."

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
TENNYSON.

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