About a month ago I was present at a
serious occasion--the reading of a will. I can re- member one passage that
particularly struck me. It ran something{{U}} (56) {{/U}}this.
"And I direct that $10 000 be{{U}} (57) {{/U}}to old William B,
whom I have wished to help for many years,{{U}} (58) {{/U}}always put
off doing so." It{{U}} (59) {{/U}}the last words of a dying man. But the
story does not{{U}} (60) {{/U}}there. When the lawyers came to{{U}}
(61) {{/U}}out the bequest (遗赠 ), they discovered that old William B
had{{U}} (62) {{/U}}, too, and so the{{U}} (63) {{/U}}deed was
lost. I felt rather{{U}} (64) {{/U}}about that. It
seemed to me a most regrettable{{U}} (65) {{/U}}that William should not
have had his $10 000 just{{U}} (66) {{/U}}somebody kept putting{{U}}
(67) {{/U}}giving it to him. And from{{U}} (68)
{{/U}}accounts, William could have done with the{{U}} (69) {{/U}}.
But I am sure{{U}} (70) {{/U}}there are thousands of kindly little deeds
waiting to be{{U}} (71) {{/U}}today, which are being put off"{{U}}
(72) {{/U}}later." George Herbert, in praise of good
intentions,{{U}} (73) {{/U}}that "One of these days is better than{{U}}
(74) {{/U}}of these days." But I say that{{U}} (75) {{/U}}is
better than all.