TWENTY POUNDS.
READER, did you ever want twenty pounds? You have—you have!—I see it—I know it! Nay, never blush! Your hand—your hand!
READER.—Sir, I—
Silence!—nonsense—stuff; don’t, don’t prevaricate—own it as I do,—own it and rejoice.
READER.—Really, sir, this conduct—
Is strange. Granted; don’t draw back; come, a cordial gripe. We are friends; we have both suffered from the same cause. There, that’s right—honest palm to palm. Now, how say you—have you ever wanted twenty pounds?
READER.—Frankly, then, I have.
Mind to mind, as hand to hand. Have you felt as I did? Did its want cloud the sun, wither the grass, and blight the bud?
READER.—It did.