ONE of the worthiest and wealthiest ironmasters in the West of Scotland once travelled in a railway carriage with two young hopefuls, the bulk of whose conversation was the felicity of the rich, and their desire to be of the lucky and happy number. At length, one wishing to make known the moderation of his wishes, complacently remarked:
“Well, for my part I should be perfectly happy if I had a thousand a year.”
“Na, ye wadna,” unceremoniously interjected the possessor of millions.
“Well, if I had two thousands,” said young hopeful, doubling his desire.
“Na, ye wadna,” was again the response; which caused the young wisher after riches to go on adding to the amount of his aspirations, and ever receiving the same response until a pretty considerable sum total had been reached; on which the millionaire vouchsafed his experience in these words:
“I ha’e tried them a’, and a great deal mair, and I’m no happy yet. Indeed, my young friends, I’m no sae happy noo as whan I was workin’ at the forge, wi’ my shirt-sleeves tucked up, for auchty punds a year !”