I wish something extraordinary would turn up now; for instance, a man come in and give me ten thousand pounds.

But here's 'Poor Richard;' I am a poor fellow myself; so let's see what comfort he has for a comrade." Opening the little pamphlet, at random, Israel's eyes fell on the following passages: he read them aloud-- "'_So what signifies waiting and hoping for better times?
We may make these times better, if we bestir ourselves.

Industry need not wish, and he that lives upon hope will die fasting, as Poor Richard says.

There are no gains, without pains.

Then help hands, for I have no lands, as Poor Richard says._' Oh, confound all this wisdom! It's a sort of insulting to talk wisdom to a man like me.