6. Surely every man walketh in a vain shew. Life is
but a passing pageant. Worldly men walk like travelers in a mirage, deluded,
soon to be filled with disappointment and despair. Surely they aredisquieted in vain. Men fret, and fume, and worry, and all for mere
nothing. Read well this text, and then listen to the clamor of the market, the
hum of the exchange, the din of the city streets, and remember that all this noise
(for so the word means) is made about unsubstantial, fleeting vanities. Heheapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them. His wheat is
sheaved, but an interloping robber bears it away—as often happens with the poor
Eastern husbandman; or, the wheat is stored, but the invader feasts thereon. We
know not our heirs, for our children die, and strangers fill the old ancestral
halls.
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