Because Jesus commended the sacrifice of the woman who gave two mites to the cause of God, when it was all she had, we must not get the idea that there is virtue in a gift because it is small. People who are able to give much more, must not expect the widow's blessing upon their literal two mites. It was because she had given "all that she had," that He commended her act. There is too much of a tendency to laud and to imitate the "two mites," rather than the spirit of sacrifice. "Ye have lived delicately on the earth, and taken your pleasure," is one of the items which a prophet-apostle has charged against the rich, who have "heaped treasure together for ["in," R. V.] the last days." James 5:1-8. Professed Christians have done this in the face of dire suffering and misery at home and in other lands. Cleveland Moffett tells us in Success, that there are 6,100 women in New York City alone whose dress bills amount to over $43,000,000 per annum. Think of the enormous sum! One hundred of these women spend yearly $30,000 each on wardrobes. Some of their handkerchiefs cost $100 apiece; Siberian sable muffs, $2,750 each; capes $10,000 each, and full-length coats, $44,000 each. With some of them, annual expenditures run as follows: Hats and veils, $1,200; fans, laces, etc., $2,500; shoes and slippers, $800; handkerchiefs, $600; hosiery, $500; gloves, $450. But worse than all this lavish expenditure on their poor mortal bodies, is their extravagance at the canine shrine. Some of the doggies wear clothes at the rate of $1,000 a year. These creatures have their walking coats and dusters, their house coats and sweaters, their automobile coats, with hoods and goggles, their coats lined with ermine, at $200 each, and all coats with pockets for doggie's fine handkerchiefs. Mr. Moffett says: These women buy for their pet dogs, boots of different colors to match the clothes. They lace up nearly to the knee, and cost from $5 to $8 a pair. They buy half a dozen pairs at a time. They buy collars set with rubies, pearls, and diamonds, at several hundred dollars each. Every morning a woman calls—a sort of dog governess—to bathe and comb and curl and perfume the little darling, and then take him out for his walk. He eats and drinks from silver dishes, and, if he gets a stomachache, a specialist is promptly summoned. There is a fitting symbolization of this dog-worship in a recent cartoon representing an overdressed female, with hands clasped, face wearing a look of ecstatic devotion, and eyes upward gazing to a wretched dog on a pedestal, with a sun-halo around its head, the apotheosis of caninity, femininity, and asinity. It is a repetition of an oft-repeated truth to say that this money lavished on dogs, to their discomfort, might have been a million times more wisely used in clothing and educating some of the children of New York's submerged million. When the overturning comes, as come it will, according to God's Word and the logic of facts, "the songs of the palace shall be wailings in that day, saith the Lord Jehovah." The rich are sowing for a harvest they will be sorry to reap.