You must control your feelings.

Have we not always been taught," said Mr.Gray, as a clerk brought in a letter, the seal of which the merchant broke leisurely, and then skimmed the contents as he continued, "that riches have wings and--my God!" he ejaculated, springing up, "I am a ruined man!" So he was.

Every thing was gone.

Those pretty riches that chirped and sang to him as he fed them; they had all spread their bright plumage, like a troop of singing birds--have we not always been taught that they might, Mr.Jowlson ?--and had flown away.
To undertake business anew was out of the question.

His friends said, "Poor Gray! what shall be done ?" The friendly merchants pondered and pondered.