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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