Ingratitude


WHEN Lord B---- died, a person met an old man who was one of his most

intimate friends. He was pale, confused, awe-stricken. Every one was

trying to console him, but in vain. His loss, he exclaimed, does not

affect me so much as his horrible ingratitude. Would you believe it? he

died without leaving me anything in his will,--I, who have dined with

him, at his own house, three times a week for thirty years!



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