Sweet to the low and sadly to the gay.
A RICH MAN’S WHIMS.
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BY THE AUTHOR OF “FANNY AND FRANCIS.”
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“Well, Arthur, what next!” said a grave-looking young man of twenty-five, to his friend.
“What next; upon my word I cannot answer that question at this moment, in fact, I am not quite released from my last undertaking. One must be off with the old love before they are on with the new, you know.”
“It appears to me,” said Abram Snow, “that you had better remain where you are till times improve a little. I do not make enough to pay my board, yet it is better to remain than to do worse.”
“I suppose you are right,” said Arthur; “but I see no difference between your career and mine as it respects money affairs, excepting that you have a thousand dollars at interest, and I have a thousand dollars in odds and ends. Yes, there is a difference, Snow, for when business is brisk again you will get a good salary, for the world considers you as a prudent, steady fellow, and an excellent book-keeper, while I shall think myself fortunate in being sent to the West Indies as supercargo.”