The Miser And His Gold |
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The Miser And His Gold
The Miser And His Gold
Once upon a time there was a Miser who used to hide his gold at the foot
of a tree in his garden; but every week he used to go and dig it up and gloat
over his gains. A robber, who had noticed this, went and dug up the gold and
decamped with it. When the Miser next came to gloat over his treasures, he
found nothing but the empty hole. He tore his hair, and raised such an outcry
that all the neighbours came around him, and he told them how he used to come
and visit his gold. "Did you ever take any of it out?" asked one of them.
"Nay," said he, "I only came to look at it."
"Then come again and look at the hole," said a neighbour; "it will do you
just as much good."
"Wealth Unused Might As Well Not Exist."
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