"Why, there was nothing for me to say, but that I was glad he liked my poem, and—that I had a brother in Ireland, a clergyman, who stood in need of help——"
"Enough!" cried Hawkins, and left him.
To Hawkins himself are we indebted for the incident, and after relating it Hawkins adds:
"And thus did this idiot in the affairs of the world trifle with his fortunes!"
Let him who wishes preach a sermon on this story. But there you have it! "A brother in Ireland who needs help——"
The brother in London, the brother in America, the brother in Ireland who needs help! All men were his brothers, and those who needed help were first in his mind.
Dear little Doctor Goldsmith, you were not a hustler, but when I get to the Spirit World, I'll surely hunt you up!