But the opinion of no man who does not render back his soul to the living God and live in Him, is, in religion, worth the splinter of a straw.

Friends, cast your idol into the furnace; melt your mammon down, coin him up, make God's money of him, and send him coursing.

Make of him cups to carry the gift of God, the water of life, through the world--in lovely justice to the oppressed, in healthful labor to them whom no man hath hired, in rest to the weary who have borne the burden and heat of the day, in joy to the heavy-hearted, in laughter to the dull-spirited.

Let them all be glad with reason, and merry without revel.

Ah! what gifts in music, in drama, in the tale, in the picture, in the spectacle, in books and models, in flowers and friendly feasting, what true gifts might not the mammon of unrighteousness, changed back into the money of God, give to men and women, bone of our bone, and flesh of our flesh! How would you not spend your money for the Lord, if He needed it at your hand! He does need it; for he that spends it upon the least of his fellows, spends it upon his Lord.