Who is most truly served--the man who makes a garment, or the man who enjoys its warmth?
the builder of the house, or the dweller therein?
the tiller of the soil, or he who eats the fruit thereof?
Yet, how rarely does the skilful artisan, or he who labours in the field, think of, or care for, those who are to enjoy the good things of life he is producing! His thought is on what he is to receive, not on what he is giving; and far too many of those who benefit the world by their labour are made unhappy when they think that others really enjoy what they have produced--if their thought ever reaches that far beyond themselves." "Man is very selfish, I will admit," said Mr.Markland, thoughtfully.
"It is self-love, my friend," answered the old man, "that gives to most of us our greatest energy in life.

We work ardently, taxing all our powers, in the accomplishment of some end.

A close self-examination will, in most cases, show us that self is the main-spring of all this activity.

Now, I hold, that in just so far as this is the case, our efforts are misapplied." "But did you not just admit that the world was benefited by all active labour, even if the worker toiled selfishly?
How, then, can the labour be misapplied ?" "Can you not see that, if every man worked with the love of benefiting the world in his heart, more good would be effected than if he worked only for himself ?" "Oh, yes." "And that he would have a double reward, in the natural compensation that labour receives, and in the higher satisfaction of having done good." "Yes." "To work for a lower end, then, is to misapply labour, so far as the man is concerned.

He robs himself of his own highest reward, while Providence bends the efforts he makes, and causes them to effect good uses to the neighbour he would, in too many cases, rather insure than benefit." "You have a curious way of looking at things, or, rather, _into_ them," said Mr.Markland, forcing a smile.