Some men are blinded by their worldly business, and could not see heaven itself if the windows were open over their heads.  Look at farmer Grab, he is like Nebuchadnezzar, for his conversation is all among beasts, and if he does not eat grass it is because he never could stomach salads.  His dinner is his best devotion; he is a terrible fastener on a piece of beef, and sweats at it more than at his labor.  As old Master Earle says:  “His religion is a part of his copyhold, which he takes from his landlord, and refers wholly to his lordship’s discretion.  If he gives him leave, he goes to church in his best clothes, and sits there with his neighbors, but never prays more than two prayers—­for rain and for fair weather, as the case may be.  He is a niggard all the week, except on market-days, where, if his corn sell well, he thinks he may be drunk with a good conscience.  He is sensible of no calamity but the burning of a stack of corn, or the overflowing of a meadow, and he thinks Noah’s flood the greatest plague that ever was, not because it drowned the world, but spoiled the grass.  For death he is never troubled, and if he gets in his harvest before it happens, it may come when it will, he cares not.”  He is as stubborn as he is stupid, and to get a new thought into his head you would need to bore a hole in his skull with a center-bit.  The game would not be worth the candle.  We must leave him alone, for he is too old in the tooth, and too blind to be made to see.

DON’T CUT OFF YOUR NOSE TO SPITE YOUR FACE.

Anger is a short madness.  The less we do when we go mad the better for every body, and the less we go mad the better for ourselves.  He is far gone who hurts himself to wreak his vengeance on others.  The old saying is:  “Don’t cut off your head because it aches,” and another says:  “Set not your house on fire to spite the moon.”  If things go awry, it is a poor way of mending to make them worse, as the man did who took to drinking because he could not marry the girl he liked.  He must be a fool who cuts off his nose to spite his face, and yet this is what Dick did when he had vexed his old master, and because he was chid must needs give up his place, throw himself out of work, and starve his wife and family.  Jane had been idle, and she knew it, but sooner than let her mistress speak to her, she gave warning, and lost as good a service as a maid could wish for.  Old Griggs was wrong, and could not deny it, and yet because the parson’s sermon fitted him rather close he took the sulks, and vowed he would never hear the good man again.  It was his own loss, but he wouldn’t listen to reason, but was as willful as a pig.

IT IS HARD FOR AN EMPTY SACK TO STAND UPRIGHT.