There is some honesty left in the world yet, and
some con- sideration. A correspondent of the Standard who signs himself " Verax," lost his pocket-book with notes to the amount of £45. It was found by a poor ragged old man living in a thieves' court off Holborn, who, finding the owner's card, informed him of his dis- covery, protected him from the thieves, and restored his property, secretly, because, as he said, if his neighbours heard of it they " would make the place too 'ot to 'old 'fin." " Verax " gave him £5, and he was overwhelmed with surprise. " Well,' he said, governor, I did expect summit jist to drink your 'ealtn, but can you spare all this P I assured him I could, and was well pleased to do so ; and he wished ins farewell, with many of God's blessings, declaring I was a ' reglar stunner,' and a genTman all up my back,' with several other mysterious compliments." The words we have underlined strike us more pleasantly than the honesty displayed. Honesty still exists among us, but considera- tion by the poor for the comparatively rich is dead. Nothing is worse in all our civilization than the savage greed which our present system of life has developed among the poor. Thousands who would not steal hate those about them with a bitter hatred merely for showing thrift.
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