Arb. Ah! it is the poor fellow that was burnt out. Well, Richard, how go you on?—what has the subscription produced you?
Richard. Thank your honour, my losses are nearly all made up.
Arb. I am very glad of that; but when I saw the paper last, it did not reach half way.
Rich. It did not, sir; but you may remember asking me what Mr. Goodwin had done for me, and I told you he took time to consider of it. Well, sir, I found that the very next day he had been at our town, and had made very particular inquiry about me and my losses, among my neighbours. When I called upon him in a few days after, he told me he was very glad to find that I bore such a good character, and that the gentlemen round had so kindly taken up my case; and he would prevent the necessity of my going any farther for relief. Upon which, he gave me, God bless him! a draft upon his banker for fifty pounds.
Arb. Fifty pounds!
Rich. Yes, sir—it has made me quite my own man again; and I am now going to purchase a new cart and team of horses.
Arb. A noble gift, indeed; I could never have thought it! Well, Richard, I rejoice at your good fortune. I am sure you are much obliged to Mr. Goodwin.
Rich. Indeed, I am, sir, and to all my good friends. God bless you!
[Goes on.
Bel. Niggardliness, at least, is not this man’s foible.