So he left them in the quiet church-yard at Ivyton—left them sleeping among the thick musk-roses, in the warm sunshine; and the same berylline moss was creeping over the two mounds. One head-stone said "Little Bell," and the other:
SACRED
TO THE MEMORY
OF
OUR FATHER,
LOST AT SEA,
18—.
IV.
The Almighty Dollar.
Washington Irving.
The age is dull and mean. Men creep,
Not walk; with blood too pale and tame
To pay the debt they owe to shame;
Buy cheap, sell dear; eat, drink, and sleep
Down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want;
Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep
Six days to Mammon, one to Cant.
J. G. Whittier.
Every one is as God made him, and oftentimes
A great deal worse.