Throw off forever
This needless affliction;
And taste of the pleasures
That wisdom would share.
"There's rest for the soul
In blissful forgetting;
'Tis bought by the prudent
At moderate cost.
Then cast to the winds
Thy worry and fretting,
And live in the sunshine
Where shadows are lost."
At the conclusion of the services Mr. World conducted his friend from
the church, and as they were moving again toward the surging crowds
they heard the voice of an auctioneer.
"Let us tarry a moment," he urged as he turned his footsteps to that
part of the Broad Highway known as the Devil's Auction.
A large company of men, women, and children were giving earnest heed
to the auction which had been in progress all day.
The auctioneer held in his hand a gaudy bauble of worldly pleasure.
He cried in the full strength of his voice that such beautiful specimens
of pleasure were very rare. At once the bidding for it grew lively.
It was soon thrown out to a reckless mortal who seized it with unusual
avidity.
Then a door was opened in the rear, and lo, I beheld a series of rooms
filled with baubles of every conceivable kind, enough to satisfy all
who came for such lightsome things.
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