It was forthcoming at once; for literary men, like all other artists, are in general as ready to help each other as the very poor themselves.

There is less generosity, I think, among business-men than in any other class.

The more honor to the exceptions! "But," said the editor, who had noted the dry, burning palm, and saw the glazed, fiery eye of Tom, "my dear fellow, you ought to be in bed yourself.

It's no use taking on about the poor little kid: _you_ couldn't help it.

Go home to your wife, and tell her she's got you to nurse; and, if she's in any fix, tell her to come to me." Tom went home, but did not give his wife the message.