One evening when Sidney Smith was drinking tea with Mrs. Austin
the servant entered the crowded room with a boiling tea-kettle
in his hand. It seemed doubtful, nay, impossible, he should
make his way among the numerous gossips--but on the first
approach of the steaming kettle the crowd receded on all
sides, Mr. Smith among the rest, though carefully watching the
progress of the lad to the table.
I declare, said he, addressing Mrs. Austin, a man who wishes
to make his way in life could do no better than go through the
world with a boiling tea-kettle in his hand.--Life of Rev.
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