'Buy a penny loaf, and rub it all out,' as Mr.Fuseli once said to me in the Schools of the Royal Academy, when I showed him my first drawing, and was excessively conceited about it." "I remember," said Mrs.Blyth, "when my father was working at his great engraving, from Mr.Scumble's picture of the 'Fair Gleaner Surprised,' that he used often to say how much harder his art was than drawing, because you couldn't rub out a false line on copper, like you could on paper.

We all thought he never would get that print done, he used to groan over it so in the front drawing-room, where he was then at work.
And the publishers paid him infamously, all in bills, which he had to get discounted; and the people who gave him the money cheated him.

My mother said it served him right for being always so imprudent; which I thought very hard on him, and I took his part--so harassed too as he was by the tradespeople at that time." "I can feel for him, my love," said Valentine, pointing a piece of chalk for Zack.

"The tradespeople have harassed _me_--not because I could not pay them certainly, but because I could not add up their bills.

Never owe any man enough, Zack, to give him the chance of punishing you for being in his debt, with a sum to do in simple addition.