A dead man's diary : $b written after his deceaseKernahan, Coulson
Philosophy
A dead man's diary : $b written after his decease
Kernahan, Coulson
Christian fiction; Future life -- Fiction; Heaven -- Fiction; Hell -- Fiction
"I set out in life with one steadfast purpose before me--the purpose of
devoting myself body and soul to business and to the making of money.
It was not that I was indifferent to the attractions of a profession,
and still less that I was wanting in appreciation of higher things,
for I liked books and pictures and music. Sometimes, too, when I was
listening to my sister's singing of Herrick's lines, 'To Anthea,' or to
Ben Jonson's 'Drink to me only with thine eyes,' I felt bitterly the
littleness of my aims, and seemed to know, as I never knew at any other
time, what it was to love a woman with that high, whole-hearted, and
deathless devotion which brings redemption and ennoblement to the soul
of the man to whom it comes. But I said to myself: 'Patience; first of
all let me grow rich; let me make all the money I can get together, and
then, when I have sufficient for all my requirements, I will forsake
the money-making, and turn my thoughts to love and poetry and pictures;
and through them, perhaps on to religion, for I knew even then that
though love and poetry are not religion, that they yet serve, before a
higher faith has been called into being, to keep the life of the soul
alive, and to open up the way for holier things.
"And so I became what is called a good business man. I made business
the motive of my life. I thought of nothing else, and read nothing
but the papers, and these I only scanned for the purpose of observing
the influence of political or other passing events upon the markets.
At last I became rich. And with what result? That when I no longer
needed business, I found I could live no longer without it; that it had
become my life, and I its slave, and that I could awaken no lasting
interest in anything which did not pertain to the making of money. It
is true that I had at that time a wife and children (the former of
whom I had married chiefly for her fortune), and was not without a
certain half-selfish love for them as part and parcel of myself; that I
possessed a handsome house and gardens in which I took pride as being
of my own acquirement; and that I went into society with enjoyment;
and found a certain pompous pleasure in extending my patronage to
Sunday-schools, bazaars and Young Men's Christian Associations. But
where my treasure was, there my heart was also, and at heart I was
a business man, and nothing more. I did not know myself then as I
do now, and so far from being in any way dissatisfied, I had no more
suspicion that I was other than one of the most enviable of men, than
has the grinning savage with his handful of beads. But I know now the
thing I am, and what I have missed, and I tell you that the most sorely
swindled simpleton in existence is the man whose business capability
is so keen, that though he has never been bested in a bargain, he has
bartered away his own happiness for a bauble, and (so skilful a schemer
to defraud us is old Satan) has become bankrupt of all that makes life
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