Would shortly prove a golden mine.
"Think not," he said, "that I am canting;
Money, my friend, is all that's wanting.
A certain sum could I command,
I soon would purchase house and land.
Ere a short time had onward run,
I would strut forth a Buck of Ton;
The world, with its dull pride, defy,
And jostle fools of quality."
Quæ Genus felt his brooding plan