e he dies. When did you arrive?"

"To-day."

And thus, Philip Morton and Mr. William Gawtrey met once more.

CHAPTER II.

"Happy the man who, void of care and strife, In silken or in leathern
purse retains A splendid shilling!"--The Splendid Shilling.

"And wherefore should they take or care for thought, The unreasoning
vulgar willingly obey, And leaving toil and poverty behind. Run forth by
different ways, the blissful boon to find." WEST'S Education.

"Poor, boy! your story interests me. The events are romantic, but the
moral is practical, old, everlasting--life, boy, life. Poverty by itself
is no such great curse; that is, if it stops short of starving. And
passion by itself is a noble thing, sir; but poverty and passion
together--poverty and feeling--poverty and pride--the poverty one is
not born to,--but falls into;--and the man who ousts you out of your
easy-chair, kicking you with every turn he takes, as he settles himself
more comfortably--why there's no romance in that--hard every-day life,
sir! Well, well:--so after your brother's letter you resigned yourself
to that fellow Smith."

"No; I gave him my money, not my soul. I turned from his door, with
a few shillings that he himself thrust into my hand, and walked on--I
cared not whither--out of the town, into the fields--till night came;
and then, just as I suddenly entered on the high-road, many miles away,
the moon rose; and I saw, by the hedge-side, something that seemed
like a corpse; it was an old beggar, in the last state of raggedness,
disease, and famine. He had laid himself down to die. I shared with him
what I had, and helped him to a little inn. As he crossed the threshold,
he turned round and blessed me. Do you know, the moment I heard that
blessing a stone seemed rolled away from my heart? I said to myself,
'What then! even I can be of use to some one; and I am better off than
that old man, for I have youth and health.' As these thoughts stirred in
me, my limbs, before heavy with fatigue, grew light; a strange kind of
excitement seized me. I ran on gaily beneath the moonlight that smiled
over the crisp, broad road. I felt as if no house, not even a palace,
were large enough for me that night. And when, at last, wearied out, I
crept into a wood, and laid myself down to sleep, I still murmured to
myself, 'I have youth and health.' But, in the morning, when I rose, I
stretched out my arms, and missed my brother!... In two or three days I