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name of the Lord." Riches — pshaw! — had I all the riches of the world I would still long for something more. The rust, the moth, and the burglar would make me uneasy, and fickle fortune would keep me in constant dread of poverty. No, I will seek heavenly treasures where the rust and the moth do not consume, nor the thief break through and steal. I will not imitate Martha, who was solicitous about her household affairs when Our Lord visited her, but I will follow her sister Mary and sit at the feet of my Lord and hear from His lips these consoling words: " Child, thou hast chosen the better part." Riches I would "have to leave behind, and how could they help my soul in the next world when they cannot even preserve my body from decay in this world? Alas! it will profit me little to have much wealth stored up for many years, for no sooner shall I have begun to eat, drink, and be merry, than my Lord shall say to me: "Thou fool, this very night shall I demand thy soul of thee." No, riches that are not used for that one all-important thing — my soul's salvation— are worse than useless. But honors! Should I sell my soul for them? Honors! What do they contribute to the shaping of my eternal destiny? Each new title is a chain binding me closer to earth, widening the gulf between me and my God. What doth it profit me to stand up and receive the smiles and applause of an admiring world, if I am an enemy of God? if the angels are weeping over my sins? if the devil with fiendish glee is preparing a place in hell for my immortal soul? St. Francis Zazara when