The Miser’s Treasure
In one of the meanest houses of the meanest quarter of London, a miser sat poring over a heap of gold and gems. The only furniture the room contained was an old, rickety chair, a small deal table, and an iron pot. The miser sat in his chair; his treasure was spread on the table, and he was gloating over it by farthing rush-light, the only luxury he ever indulged in.
This treasure was vast in amount—much of it consisting of diamonds—which now, many in number, and some of them of large size, glittered before the miser’s eager eyes.
The room which the miser occupied was one of several in an old, rickety, building, which contained a number of tenants, some of them as poor in-fact as he was in appearance. Now it happened that about a week before the night we speak of, a burglar had taken up his quarters in an adjoining… Read More