Look at the selfish man! see how he locks
Tight in his arms his mortgages and stocks!
While deeds and titles in his hand he grasps,
And gold and silver close around he clasps.
But not content with this, behind he drags
A cart well-laden with ponderous bags;
The orphan's wailings, and the widow's woe
From mercy's fountain cause no tears to flow;
He pours no cordial in the wounds of pain;
Unlocks no prison, and unclasps no chain;
His heart is like the rock where sun nor dew
Can rear one plant or flower of heavenly hue.
No thought of mercy there may have its birth,
For helpless misery or suffering worth;
The end of all his life is paltry pelf,
And all his thoughts are centred on--himself:
The wretch of both worlds; for so mean a sum,
First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.
[Illustration: Our selfish Brother who became a Screw.]
[Page 66--Lying Land]
[Illustration: Bad Boy blaming dog for Broken Vase.]
Bad Boy having broken a Vase told his Mother that the Dog did it, but
when his Mother was going to beat the poor Innocent Dog he felt sorry,
and told the truth.