He was on the point of throwing it away, in his ill-humour and vexation, when he bethought himself that Tom had referred him to a leaf, turned down; and opening it at that place, that he might have additional cause of complaint against him for supposing that any cold scrap of the Bachelor's wisdom could cheer him in such circumstances, found!-- Well, well! not much, but Tom's all.

The half-sovereign.

He had wrapped it hastily in a piece of paper, and pinned it to the leaf.

These words were scrawled in pencil on the inside: 'I don't want it indeed.

I should not know what to do with it if I had it.' There are some falsehoods, Tom, on which men mount, as on bright wings, towards Heaven.