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  There was a man carrying a heavy weight upon his shoulders; he was old, weak, and feverish, and lived in a hot country, India. He sat down under the shade of a tree and threw off his burden from his shoulders and rested a while, and cried, "Oh Death! Death!! Death!!! come, Oh Death! Relieve me, relive me." The story says that there appeared the God of Death unto him on the spot, when he looked at Him, he was astonished, he was surprised. He trembled, what is that hideous figure, that monstrous something? He asked the God of Death, "Who are you"? The God of Death said, "I am he whom you called; you have called me just now and I have come to satisfy your wish." Then the old man began to v tremble and said, "I did not call you to put me to death, I called you simply to help, me to lift this burden and put it on my shoulders." That is what the people do. All your,, difficulties, all your troubles and sorrows, what are called sorrows

  Parables of Swami Ram Tirtha There was a Mohammedan poet in India, a very good man, rather a very clever and witty man. He was living at the court of one of the native princes, who was highly interested in him. One night the native prince kept him long in his company, and this poet amused the prince with all sorts of poems, witty stories, and most amusing tales. The prince went to bed very late. He was amused by the witty poet to such a degree that he forgot all about his sleep. The queen asked the prince what was the cause of his delay, of his unusual delay in retiring to his room. The prince replied "Oh, we had a wonderful man with us this evening; he was so good, so splendid, so witty and amusing." Then the queen enquired more about him, and her curiosity made the king expatiate upon the capability and attainment of the poet to such a degree that they had to sit until a late hour, so that it was near dawn when they retired. Now the curiosity of the quee

Swami Ram Tirtha A monk had some copper pices 1 and was about to give them away to some boys. Many poor people came to him to get them, but he would not give them. Finally, there came before the monk a king seated on an elephant. The monk threw the copper pices into the howdah on the top of the elephant where the king was seated. The king was astonished at this unexpected act of the monk. The monk said the money was for him, the poorest man. The king enquired how he could be the poorest man. The monk said he was the poorest man, because of his possessions and of his continual hunger and thirst for more kingdoms. Hence he was the poorest man. MORAL: The real poverty does not consist in want of riches but in an unsatiated want or greed for more and more.