Riches have wings; or, A tale for the rich and poor

Riches have wings. In no country is this more strikingly true than in our own. The social history of the world presents no era, nor any people, in which, and among whom, such su...

“It’s my opinion, Mr. Carlton, that every man who remains poor through life, or who, once possessing wealth, loses it, has only himself to blame. I am out of all patience with t...

Some things that were said by the minister, came back to the mind of Mr. Townsend, and slightly disturbed it. The possibility that there might be truth in what he had said, was...

A few months afterwards, when Mr. Townsend had, from repeated failures to realize anticipated gains in commerce, grown distrustful of the means of prosperity so long successfull...

About a month after Mr. Townsend became the owner of nearly half of a new and flourishing western city, he sent an agent out to examine the condition of things there, and to tak...

Two years have glided away since the opening of our story. During that time the characters of Eveline and Eunice have developed themselves, more and more, toward a fixed maturit...

With a smoother surface ran the stream of Eveline’s love. Mr. Pascal met the full approval of all her friends, as well as of her own heart. And yet, that stream contained some d...

“I regret to inform you that your son, Mr. John Townsend, has been quite ill for several days with a violent fever. He has desired me not to write to you, lest you should be unn...

Mr. Carlton, minister of the church to which the family of Mr. Townsend belonged, learned, through the newspapers, on the next day, the deep affliction that had been sustained;...

Mr. Townsend left his home one morning, and was passing slowly along the street, in the direction of his counting-room, when a business friend, who was walking on the opposite s...

From the deep grief into which the death of her brother, to whom she was fondly attached, had plunged the mind of Eveline, she was aroused by a sudden suspicion of the defection...

At twenty cents the stock remained only for a brief space of time, and then kept on steadily receding in price, each new record of its decline marking itself upon the feelings o...

In a far different spirit did Mrs. Townsend receive the news of their altered circumstances. It broke her down completely for a time. But the example of Eveline and Eunice, in a...

Eunice was sitting alone, and thinking about her father, and waiting for him to return home. She had made up her mind to approach him on the subject of his marked depression of...

When Mr. Townsend came home from his store, after learning that a total wreck of his affairs had taken place, his mind was fully made up to shrink away like a coward from his du...

The loss of ten thousand dollars--sweeping from his hands, at a single stroke, all he was worth, and all his means of doing any thing like a profitable business--left Mr. Townse...

The change proposed was speedily made. As they shrunk closer together in this smaller house, they felt more sensibly the warmth of each other’s hearts. The mother joined with he...

“Yes; she looked badly; poor thing! Her proud old father would not say much to the contrary if you were to renew your acquaintance in that quarter. I think you were lucky.”

“Not yet. My father is in trouble, and doubt hangs over his business, small as it is. It requires all my efforts to inspire him with confidence. I do not wish him, just at this...

On the morning of the day on which the events of the preceding chapter took place, Mr. Townsend received by mail a letter notifying him that a note of twelve hundred dollars, dr...

The note had been lifted, and all things looked cheering for the future. It was the last payment Mr. Townsend had to make. He held in his hand the only piece of paper, promising...

Only a few weeks more passed before the hearts of the patient lovers were blessed in a union, auspicious of the highest happiness the human mind is capable of enjoying.