*Are you jealous, envious?* Go and do a good turn for that person of whom you are jealous. That is the way to cure jealousy; it will kill it. Jealousy is a devil, it is a horrid monster. The poets imagined that Envy dwelt in a dark cave, being pale and thin, looking asquint, never rejoicing except in the misfortune of others, and hurting himself continually.
There is a fable of an eagle which could outfly another, and the other didn*t like it. The latter saw a sportsman one day, and said to him: *I wish you bring down that eagle.* The sportsman replied that he would if he only had some feathers to put into the arrow. So the eagle pulled one out of his wing. The arrow was shot, but didn*t quite reach the rival eagle; it was flying too high. The envious eagle pulled out more feathers, and kept pulling them out until he lost so many that he couldn*t fly, and then the sportsman turned around and killed him. My friend, if you are jealous, the only man you can hurt is yourself.
There were two business men . . . merchants . . . and there was great rivalry between them, a great deal of bitter feeling. One of them was converted. He went to his minister and said, *I am still jealous of that man, and I do not know how to overcome it.* *Well,* he said, *if a man comes into your store to buy goods, and you cannot supply him, just send him over to your neighbor.* He said he wouldn*t like to do that. *Well,* the minister said, *you do it and you will kill jealousy.* He said he would, and when a customer came into his store for goods which he did not have, he would tell him to go across the street to his neighbor*s. By and by the other began to send his customers over to this man*s store, and the breach was healed.