What Will He Do With It, Book 5.

brings him good luck, nature converts it into bad. He suffers Mr. George Morl

perplexed how to offer to Waife any other remuneration than that which, in Waife's estimate, had already overpaid all the benefits he had received; namely, unquestioning friendship and pledged protection. It need scarcely be said that George thought the man to whom he owed fortune and happiness was entitled to something beyond that moral recompense. But he found, at the first delicate hint, that Waife would not hear of money, though the ex-Comedian did not affect any very Quixotic notion on that practical subject. "To tell you the truth, sir, I have rather a superstition against having more money in my hands than I know what to do

rge, half-amused, half-p

quite covered my L120. I hope he does not think quite so ill of ine now. But the money brought good luck to him, rather than to me. Well, sir, if you were now to give me money, I should be on the look-out for some mournful calamity. Gold is not natural to me. Some day, however, by and by, when you are inducted into your living, and have become a renowned preacher, and have plenty to spare, with an idea

amount? Let me at le

But in the meanwhile if you could send me a few good books for Sophy,- instructive, yet not very, very dry,-and a French dictionary, I can t

is it?

o your friends and relations. Never speak of me to them. Never describe me

are is not long in its form when it has a friend in a hound that g

with whom I could wish you acquainted. He is so thorough a man of the world, that he might suggest

should be inviolably kept, and his injunctions faithfully obeyed. No men of the world consulted how to force him back to the world of men that he fled from! No colonels to scan him wit

leaning lightly on the child's arm. She looked with anxious fondness into

ll, poor Grandy? wi

rovided that it does us no mischief,-which is not always the case,-cannot be withdrawn from our ex

minutes afterwards, "If I can become very, very clever, you w