oductions of wealth piled up in vast
profusion around a Girard, or a Rothschild, when weighed against the
stores of wisdom, the treasures of knowledge, and the strength, beauty,
and glory with which victorious virtue has enriched and adorned a great
multitude of minds during the march of a hundred generations?

"Lord, how many things are in the world of which Diogenes hath no
need!" exclaimed the stoic, as he wandered among the miscellaneous
articles at a country fair.

"There are treasures laid up in the heart--treasures of charity, piety,
temperance, and soberness. These treasures a man takes with him beyond
death when he leaves this world." (Buddhist Scriptures.)

Is it any wonder that our children start out with wrong ideals of life,
with wrong ideas of what constitutes success? The child is "urged to
get on," to "rise in the world," to "make money." The youth is
constantly told that nothing succeeds like success. False standards
are everywhere set up for him, and then the boy is blamed if he makes a
failure.

It is all very well to urge youth on to success, but the great mass of
mankind can never reach or even approximate the goal constantly
preached to them, nor can we all be rich. One of the great lessons to
teach in this century of sharp competition and the survival of the
fittest is how to be rich without money, and to learn how to do without
success, according to the popular standard.

Gold cannot make the miser rich, nor can the want of it make the beggar
poor.

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 cross 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 thor