BARON FISCO AT HOME.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIX, Issue 6696, 3 October 1882, Page 4

BARON FISCO AT HOME.

Well, yea ! I have succeeded as you say : You find me rich—-ay, and I mean to be Much richer. ’Tis the first step costs. To gain . The first ten thousand costa pains, toil, care, skill, Great self-denial; after that it grows Easier and Easier—and at last your pile Breeds almost of itself left quite alone. But then I never let it quite alone. How did I make the first ten thousand f

Well. Simply by following out my principles— Not yours. Oh no 1 Your principles were

fine, High, noble, anything you will, but then Purely unpractical.' I took the world Just as I found it; strove not to amend Its many faults, but profit by them all— Made large professions, crouched and crept

and crawled. Put .in'ray pocket all my pride—picked up Out of the dirtiest gutter, so to speak. The dirtiest penny not too proud for

that; Bore all reviling patiently, bent low To kiss the hand that struck me ; what I

- felt ■- - ■ - - ■: Within me I concealed, never gave voice To bitterness in empty words. Ah no ! Not such a fool; bided my time—talked

soft— Was simply sad to be misunderstood — Meant to do right, but was deceived by

knaves Who took advantage of my ignorance. Ah, me ! Ah me ! ah, what a wicked

world ! And then your splendid counters, too, I

used, , Had always in my mouth those sounding

words— Truth, Honor, Justice, Duty, Honesty Reproved false dealing, speaking; went to church. Prayed loudly, openly declared myself A miserable sinner; dropped my mite

Into the poor-box ih the face of all; Let all my good deeds shine out before

men, And wore a face of pure simplicity',

—Blackwood’s “Magazine.”

Gentleman meets a friend, and takes him home to dinner. Arrived' at the house he leaves him id the sitting-room, to announce the.fact to his wife. The friend, hearing directly a clamor of tongues in the adjacent room, decorates the keyhole with his ear. Hoarse voice—“Sah !” Shrill voice—“ Always the way—bringing people home without a'minute’s warning!' Him, too! Why don’t you leave him to fatten on h : s u*nal free-lunch route?’ Hoarse voice—“Sah!” ‘ Shrill voice—“l won’t, sah ! ” Hoarse voice—“l tell you yon will, Ob, if he wasn’t in the room outside, wouldn’t I jnst give ” The friend, shouting through the key-hole—“I aint there any. longer ; give it to her.” [Exit, slamming the’ door.]