human
Woe to him who loadeth himself with thick clay. The poor man felt something was wrong, and even went so far as to change some of his more cumbersome vanities into others which seemed less bulky, but still he and his pack were much too wide for the gate. He would not, however, give up the matter so easily, but began to throw away a little of the coarser part of his baggage, but still I remarked that he threw away none of the vanities which lay near his heart. He tried again, but it would not do; still his dimensions were too large. He now looked up and read these words,
gpt
How hardly shall those who have riches enter into the kingdom of God. The poor man sighed to find that it was impossible to enjoy his fill of both worlds, and
human
If he ever afterward cast a thought toward the _Happy Land_, it was only to regret that the road which led to it was too narrow to admit any but the meager children of want, who were not so incumbered by wealth as to be too big for the passage. Had he read on, he would have seen that