His wife would sometimes sit with him for half an hour, holding his hand, in moments of tenderness unseen and unsuspected by all the world around them.

Sometimes the clergyman of the parish would come to him, so that he might know the wants of the people.

He would have the newspaper in his hands for a while, and would daily read the Bible for an hour.

Then he would slowly write some letter, almost measuring every point which his pen made,--thinking that thus he was performing his duty as a man of business.

Few men perhaps did less,--but what he did do was good; and of self-indulgence there was surely none.