Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammer'd, and roll'd; Heavy to get, and light to hold; Hoarded, barter'd, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrow'd, squander'd, doled: Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould; Price of many a crime untold: Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Good or bad a thousand-fold! How widely its agencies vary-- To save--to ruin--to curse--to bless-- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a bloody Mary. Northern Farmer: New Style BY ALFRED TENNYSON (See page 77) Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy, Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy. Proputty, proputty, proputty--Sam, thou's an ass for thy paäins, Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braäins. Me an' thy muther, Sammy, 'as beän a-talkin' o' thee; Thou's beän talkin' to muther, an' she beän a tellin' it me. Thou'll not marry for munny--thou's sweet upo' parson's lass-- Noä--thou'll marry for luvv--an' we boäth on us thinks tha an ass. Seeä'd her todaäy goä by--Saäint's daäy--they was ringing the bells. She's a beauty thou thinks--an' soä is scoors o' gells, Them as 'as munny an' all--wot's a beauty?--the flower as blaws. But proputty, proputty sticks, an' proputty, proputty graws. Doänt't be stunt: taäke time: I knaws what maäkes tha sa mad. Warn't I craäzed fur the lasses mysén when I wur a lad? But I knaw'd a Quaäker feller as often 'as towd ma this: "Doän't thou marry for munny, but goä wheer munny is!" Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep BY JOHN D. ROCKEFELLER (American capitalist, born 1839) Then, and indeed for many years after, it seemed as though there was no end to the money needed to carry on and develop the business. As our successes began to come, I seldom put my head upon the pillow at night without speaking a few words to myself in this wise: "Now a little success, soon you will fall down, soon you will be overthrown. Because you have got a start, you think you are quite a merchant; look out, or you will lose your head--go steady." These intimate conversations with myself, I am sure, had a great influence on my life. From Ecclesiasticus A merchant shall hardly keep himself from wrong-doing; and a huckster shall not be acquitted of sin. Past and Present BY THOMAS CARLYLE (See pages 31, 74, 133)