WEALTH WITHOUT WINGS. 47

 

ize it is hard. Ah, I wish that I possessed more of
your trusting spirit s

“We are both cared for, Edward, by the same in-
finite love—cared for, whether we doubt and fear,
or trust confidingly.”’

“Tt must beso. I see it now, I feel it now—see
it and feel it in the light of your clearer intuitions.
Ah, how different from this pure faith is the faith
of the world! Men worship gold as their god; they
trust only in riches.”

“ And their god is ever mocking them. To-day
he smiles upon his votary, and to-morrow hides his
face in darkness. To-day he gives full coffers, that
are empty to-morrow. But the true riches offered
so freely to all by the living God are blessed both
in the getting and in the keeping. These never
produce satiety, never take to themselves wings.
Good affections and true thoughts continually nou-
rish and re-create the mind. They are the soul’s
wealth, the perennial fountains of all true enjoy-
ment. With these, and sufficient for the body’s
health and comfort, all may be happy: without
them, the riches of the world have no power to
satisfy.”

A pause ensued, during which the minds of both
wandered back a little.

“If you feel,” said Edith, recalling the words of
her husband, “that there is danger in remaining
where you are”

‘“‘That was hastily spoken,” Edward Claire inter-
rupted his wife, ‘and in a moment of weakness. I
must resist the evil that assaults me. I must strive
with and overcome the tempter. I must think less