“ All ts not Gold that Glitters.’ 65

at the funeral procession for a time helped
to keep up the delusion, whilst in the
other-——a pauper’s funeral, without a follower,
heightened the contrast. But when the
curtain is drawn up for a moment, we see
that the condition of these two men is
reversed. In hell the rich man lifts up his
eyes, being in torments; the clock of eter-
nity beating his knell in the words, “for
ever;” and ever answering the cry, “ how
long to suffer yet,”—for ever! On the
other side of the picture we see Lazarus in
Abraham’s bosom, and learn how little all
this world can offer is worth, when viewed
in the light of the unseen world.

«* And so from the land, the border land,
We have turn’d us to earth once more ;
But earth and its works were such trifles scann’d
By the light of that radiant shore.
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‘We were deaf to the clang of earth’s trumpet call,
And alike to its gibe or its sneer ;
Its riches were dust, and the loss of them all
Would then scarce have cost us a tear.”

The rich man in the Gospel, who knew

not where to bestow his goods, saying to
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