And he is very hard upon money-grubbing: as thus--

'When the miser hides his treasure in the earth, he doeth well;
For he opens up a passage that his soul may sink to hell,'


And thus--

'He whose coins are kept for counting, not to barter nor to give,
Breathe he like a blacksmith's bellows, yet in truth he doth not live.'

It hath been well written, indeed,

'Gifts, bestowed with words of kindness, making giving doubly dear:--
Wisdom, deep, complete, benignant, of all arrogancy clear;
Valor, never yet forgetful of sweet Mercy's pleading prayer;
Wealth, and scorn of wealth to spend it--oh! but these be virtues
rare!'

"Frugal one may be," continued Slow-toes; "but not a niggard like the
Jackal--

'The Jackal-knave, that starved his spirit so,
And died of saving, by a broken bow.'

"Did he, indeed," said Golden-skin; "and how was that?"

"I will tell you," answered Slow-toes:--