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!