MONEY, GENIUS, VIRTUE.
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Money is lord-genius is a starving
virtue is poor selcdenying, self.torturing
ascetic in this world Money wraps him
self in a scarlet robe, reclines on an otta
man and sips champaigne, while Eolus
cracks his cheeks out of doors He knows
wants that remain unsupplied-he has no
desires that do not grow fat like aldermen
he has no Unsuitable longngs after the ir-
reproachable--he hnsno ambition that sick
ems for want of food. Like FalIsaf he
takes his ease within his inn, regardless of
the cold winds vhistIig round the roof, and
not fearing to be disturbed by the bailffs
of this world or that prince of bailiffs,
death, who carries all of US in our seasons
to the great limbo of eternity. Thus is
money lord-deny it who dare2


Genius is a miserable fellow, dressed in
fantasies, and sitting astride of a rainbow.
Around him the winds of the north and the
south, of the east and the west, blow like
famished wolves or whisper Of good things
which he may hope for but dare not reach.
He is on the rainbow among the clouds, and
fancies that their shapeless mists are as bril-
liant as the dark-eyed Georgian. From this
''his high estate," he looks down contemp-
tlousIy on what the vulgar world beneath
him esteems valuable. lie is poor fatess,
feshless, bloodless wretch; and while his
stomach yearns for the good things that
grace the Iordlings table, is eloquent of
scorn for them. There is little symp ,thv
kna IL. hro.,, Ief., ..,i, l.,
ologists say what they may-for while one
sehs for the mama that come,h not down
from heaven, but which escapeth the lips
of those that praise, the other craveth the
crumbs which bis skeleton fingers disdain
to pick up.


Virtue is still worse off than his forty Sc.
cond cousin; lean-visaged genius. He is
IA neglected creature that every body kicks
while no one bestows copper OH him. He
craweth on his knees through the mud o
this the prettest of planets, since PIeiades
exploded. He casteth his eyes upwards to
heaven, and all the gifts he gets comeih from
above. The wisest virtue is that which is
so fortunate as to live in an age when mar
tyrdom is fashionable; for then it may stand
chance of being huddled off neck and
heels into Elysium. But in these degene.
rate days, when it cannot even procure the
death warrant of Judge Lynch, virtue is
badly off, for it must draw its oft-wounded
length along, until arrived at the verge Of
this world, it takes plunge, not as Hobbies
said, in the dark, but into that brighter re.
gion, where all its aspirations have previ.
ously gone.


Thus it appeareth that money is the
greatest fellow of the trio. He cares moth
ins about the whim-whams Of genius or the
quim quams Of virtue. He looks down on
the ragged pride of the one, and the knock
kneed humility of the other. He is mo.
narch-and they are his slaves-and do or
say what they may, they must obey him.
Money is the modern Colossus, and genius
and virtue and all meaner things, must
crawl between his legs on the way to their
honored or dishonored homes.