Morning journal and courier., 1892-06-29

from carriage hire, he would walk from
the public rooms in Bath to his hotel in
all kinds of weather. He died worth one
million sterling, which reverted to his bit
terest enemy, his grandson, Lord Treyors.
Sir Harvey Elves of Stoke, In SoffoIk.
next to boarding money, found his princi.
pal pleasure in netting partridges. He
and his household, consisting of one man
and two maids, lived upon these. In co,a
or wet weather Sir Harvey would walk up
and down his hall to save FIRE. His clothes
cost him nothing, for he ransacked old
chests and wardrobes, and wore those of
his ancestors. When he died the only
tear shed was by his servant, to whom he
left farm, value fifty pounds per anpum.
The whole of his property was left to his
nephew, John Maggott, who thus inherit
ed real and personal estate worth two hun
dred and fifty thousand pounds on condi-
ton that he should assume the name and
arms of Elves. OF this man, who is bet
ter known as John Elves the missr, the
following story is told. His nephew, Col
onel Timms, visited him at Marchsm; and,
after retiring to rest, found himself wet
through. Finding that the rain WAS drip
ping through the ceiling, he moved the
bed. He had not lain long before the same
Inconvenience again occurred. Again he
ter pushing the bed quite round the room
he found q corner where the ceiling was
better secured, and slept until morning
When he met his uncle at breakfast be
told him what had happened. cave,
aye" said Mr.. ELVES, IL don't mind Il my
self, but to those who do that's nice cor
ner in the rain" Mr. and Miss Dancer
are reputed the most notorious misers of
the eighteenth century. The manner in
which this couple were found, after death,
to have disposed of their wealth was even
more strange than could have been their
methods of acquiring it, The total value
was twenty thousand pounds, which was
thus disposed of-twenty-fve hundred
pounds was found under a dunghill; fve
hundred pounds in an old coat nailed to
the msngee in the stable; six hundred
pounds in notes were hidden away in an
old teapot; the chimney yielded two thou
sand pounds, slowed in nineteen separate
crevices. Several jugs filled with coin
were secreted In the stable loft
The Rev. Mr.. Jones of Blewbury, with
nest egg of two hundred pounds and q
stipend amounting to fifty pounds per an
mum, left at death the sum of ten thou
sand pounds. He had been rector of lis
parish for forty years, and during all that
time only one person had been known to
sit at his festal table. No fire WAS ever
lighted in his house nor was O servant
kept. In winter he would visit his parish
toner's, to keep himself from starving Of
cold, rather than light fire at the recto-
~. As like affects like, 30 It is with mis-
ers; and gold will go where gold Is. This
is strikingly illustrated by the act Of a eel
ebrated Greek, one Dichoeus Dichenus. a
descendant of the Byzantine emperors.
This man, by the exercise of extreme mig
gardiness, managed to amass the sum of
ten thousand pounds-sn immense for
tune in those days. Then came the oues-
ton, to whom should he leave 1t. One
day a distant relative sent him a letter
written upon O square inch of paper; this
was sufficient. In the fitness of things the
parsimonious correspondent became the
miser's heir.
1t has sometimes happened that persons
little deserving, and even rulers, have
resped the harvests which misers have
painfully sown. The life of vandille is a |
proof of this. This man lived upon bread
and milk, with the addition of small |
glass of sour wine on Saturdays. At his
death he left eight hundred thousand
pounds to the King of France. Audley,
the commonwealth miser, saved four hum
dred thousand pounds, all of which re-
verted to the government. A merchant
died at Ispahan, in the earlier part of this |
century, who had for many years denied
himself and his son every support except
a crust of coarse bread. On a certain oc-
casion he was over-tempted to buy a piece
of cheese; but, reproaching himself with
he put the cheese into bot
tie, and contented himself, and Obliged the
boy to do the same, with rubbing the crust
against the bottle, enjoying the cheese In
imagination. One day, returning home
later than usual, the merchant found his |
son eating his crust which he constantly
rubbed against the door. "What are You
about, you foolf' was his exclamation. |
1T is dinner time, father. You have the |
key, 80, as could not open the door, |
Was rubbing my bread against it, as i |
could not get to the bottle" "Cannot
you go without cheese one day. you luxuri-
ous little raseall You'll never be rich"
And the angry miser kicked the poor boy /
for not having been able to deny himself |
the ideal qualification.