In Like Manner, Money,

instead of being thought of and treated as the representative of labor, passing from hand to hand, is looked upon as something possessing intrinsic value of its own. Money itself is not a sacred thing at all, it is the labor for the life-sustaining food that it represents, that is the holy thing which, sanctified by inspiration and intelligence, is brought into practical usefulness by the "sweat of the brow," a type and a precedent to that labor which is unto life eternal, and the issue of which is encysted in the words