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My spectacles regulated my ambition, and I early learned that there were better gods than Plutus. The glasses have lost much of their fascination now, and I do not often use them. But sometimes the desire is irresistible. Whenever I am greatly interested, I am compelled to take them out and see what it is that I admire. MY SPECTACLES REGULATED MY AMBITION AND I EARLY LEARNED THAT THERE WERE BETTER GODS THAN PLUTUS THE GLASSES HAVE LOST MUCH OF THEIR FASCINATION NOW AND I DO NOT OFTEN USE THEM BUT SOMETIMES THE DESIRE IS IRRESISTIBLE WHENEVER I AM GREATLY INTERESTED I AM COMPELLED TO TAKE THEM OUT AND SEE WHAT IT IS THAT I ADMIRE
mory was a spacious and stately palace. But he did not oftenest frequent the banqueting hall, where were endless hospitality and feasting,--nor did he loiter much in the reception rooms, where a throng of new visitors was for ever swarming,--nor did he feed his vanity by haunting the apartment in which were stored the trophies of his varied triumphs,--nor dream much in the great gallery hung with pictures of his travels. "From all these lofty halls of memory he constantly escaped to a remote and solitary chamber, into which no one had ever penetrated. But my fatal eyes, behind the glasses, followed and entered with him, and saw that the chamber was a chapel. It was dim, and silent, and sweet with perpetual incense that burned upon an altar before a picture forever veiled. There, whenever I chanced to look, I saw him kneel and pray; and there, by day and by night, a funeral hymn was chanted. "I do not believe you will be surprised that I have been content to remain a deputy book-keeper. VED ONLY IN MEMORY AND HIS MEMORY WAS A SPACIOUS AND STATELY PALACE BUT HE DID NOT OFTENEST FREQUENT THE BANQUETING HALL WHERE WERE ENDLESS HOSPITALITY AND FEASTING NOR DID HE LOITER MUCH IN THE RECEPTION ROOMS WHERE A THRONG OF NEW VISITORS WAS FOREVER SWARMING NOR DID HE FEED HIS VANITY BY HAUNTING THE APARTMENT IN WHICH WERE STORED THE TROPHIES OF HIS VARIED TRIUMPHS NOR DREAM MUCH IN THE GREAT GALLERY HUNG WITH PICTURES OF HIS TRAVELS FROM ALL THESE LOFTY HALLS OF MEMORY HE CONSTANTLY ESCAPED TO A REMOTE AND SOLITARY CHAMBER INTO WHICH NO ONE HAD EVER PENETRATED BUT MY FATAL EYES BEHIND THE GLASSES FOLLOWED AND ENTERED WITH HIM AND SAW THAT THE CHAMBER WAS A CHAPEL IT WAS DIM AND SILENT AND SWEET WITH PERPETUAL INCENSE THAT BURNED UPON AN ALTAR BEFORE A PICTURE FOR EVER VEILED THERE WHENEVER I CHANCED TO LOOK I SAW HIM KNEEL AND PRAY AND THERE BY DAY AND BY NIGHT A FUNERAL HYMN WAS CHANTED I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU WILL BE SURPRISED THAT I HAVE BEEN CONTENT TO REMAIN A DEPUTY BOOKKEEPER
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