“There's something for us all to do,” is the heading
of a poem in the papers — a subject which seems to have
more of truth than poetry in it. There are exceptions,
however, to the rule; for a very seedy gentleman with a
very red nose told us, one day, that he could n't get a
thing to do. The man appeared strong, and so did his
breath. But there are many worthy people who cannot
find their proportion of the “something for all to do,”
and suppose some philanthropist is doing it for them.