THE SUPPOSED MISER. — ~ 49

Marseilles thought he was a miser, and they
held him in great contempt. As he passed
along the streets, the rich men looked on
him with scorn, and the poor hissed and
hooted at him. Even the boys would cry
out, “There goes old Skinflint.”

Rut the old man bore all this insult with
gentleness and patience. Day by day, he
went to his labour, and day by day, as he
passed through the crowd, he was saluted
with taunts, and sneers, and reproaches.

Thus time pxssed on, and poor Guizon
was ow. more than eighty years of age.
But he still continuéd"the santé sperseycring
industry, still lived in the same saving, Sini-
ple manner as before.

Though he was now bent almost double,
and though his hair was thin and as hite as
snow; though his knees tottered as he went
along the streets; still the rude jokes and
hisses of the throng pursued him wherever
he went. :

But, at length, the old man died, and it
was ascertained that he had heaped together
in gold and silver, a sum equal to forty
thousand pounds. On looking over his

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