taken, and the satisfaction of mind experienced on the occasion arose from the reflection that the act would benefit him in the long run.  As to the minor charities, in the doing of which the left hand has no acquaintance with the deeds of the right hand, Mr. Bolton never indulged in them.  If his left hand had known the doings of his right hand in matters of this kind, said hand would not have been much wiser for the knowledge.

Thus life went on; and Mr. Bolton was ever busy in gathering in his golden harvest; so busy, that he had no time for any thing else, not even to enjoy what he possessed.  At last, he was sixty years old, and his wealth extended to many hundreds of thousands of dollars.  But he was farther from being satisfied than ever, and less happy than at any former period in his life.

One cause of unhappiness arose from the fact that, as a rich man, he was constantly annoyed with applications to do a rich man’s part in the charities of the day.  And to these applications it was impossible always to turn a deaf ear.  Give he must sometimes, and giving always left a pain behind, because the gift came not from a spirit of benevolence.  There were other and various causes of unhappiness, all of which combining, made Mr. Bolton, as old age came stealing upon him, about as miserable as a man could well be.  Money, in his eyes the greatest good, had not brought the peace of mind to which he had looked forward, and the days came and went without a smile.  His children had grown up and passed into the world, and were, as he had been at their ages, so all-absorbed by the love of gain, as to have little love to spare for any thing else.

About this time, Mr. Bolton, having made one or two losing operations, determined to retire from business, invest all his money in real estate and other securities, and let the management of these investments constitute his future employment.  In this new occupation he found so little to do in comparison with his former busy life, that the change proved adverse, so far as his repose of mind was concerned.

It happened, about this time, that Mr. Bolton had occasion to go some twenty miles into the country.  On returning home, and when within a few miles of the city, his carriage was overset, and he had the misfortune to fracture a limb.  This occurred near a pleasant little farm-house that stood a few hundred yards from the road; the owner of which, seeing the accident, ran to the overturned carriage and assisted to extricate the injured man.  Seeing how badly he was hurt, he had him removed to his house, and then, taking a horse, rode off two miles for a physician.  In the mean time, the driver of Mr. Bolton’s carriage was despatched to the city for some of his family and his own physician.  The country doctor and the one from the city arrived about the same time.  On making a careful examination as to the nature of Mr. Bolton’s injuries, it was found that his right leg, above the knee, was broken, and that one