only； but his wasted life。 He could not be twenty…one again； so he hanged himself within forty…eight hours； and was buried by the parish； grumbling a little； pitying none。
James and Peter Gilpin； William Scott； and Joel Paton； were poor fishermen and Anglo…Saxon heroesthat is； heroes with an eye to the main chance； they risked their lives at sea to save a ship and get salvage； failing there； they risked their lives all the same； like fine fellows as they were； to save the crew。 They succeeded； but ruined their old boat。 A subscription was raised； and prospered so； that a boat…builder built them a new one on tick； price L。 85； and the publicans said； 〃Drink； boys； drink； the subscription will cover all； it is up to L。 120 already。〃 The subscription money was swallowed with the rest； and the Anglo…Saxon heroes hauled to prison。
Doctor Phillips； aged seventy…four； warned by growing infirmities； had sold a tidy practice； with house； furniture； and good…will； for a fair price； and put it in the bank； awaiting some investment。 The money was gone now； and the poor old doctor； with a wife and daughter and a crutch； was at once a pauper and an exile： for he had sold under the usual condition； not to practise within so many miles of his successor。 He went to that successor； and begged permission to be his assistant at a small； small salary。 〃I want a younger man；〃 was the reply。 Then he went round to his old patients； and begged a few half…guineas to get him a horse and chaise and keep him over the first month in his new place。 They pitied him； but most of them were sufferers too by Hardie； and all they gave him did but buy a donkey and cart； and with that he and his went slowly and sadly to a village ten miles distant from the place where all his life had been spent in comfort and good credit。 The poor old gentleman often looked back from his cart at the church spires of Barkington。
〃From seventeen till now； almost fourscore； There lived he； but now lived there no more。 At seventeen many their fortunes seek； But at fourscore it is too old a week。〃
Arrived at his village； he had to sell his donkey and trust to his crutch。 And so Infirmity crept about begging leave to cure Diseasewith what success may be inferred from this： Miss Phillips； a lady…like girl of eighteen； was taken up by Farmer Giles before Squire Langton for stealing turnips out of a field： the farmer was hard； and his losses in Hardie's Bank had made him bitter hard； so the poor girl's excuse； that she could not let her father starve； had no effect on him： to jail she should go。*
*I find； however； that Squire Langton resolutely refused to commit Miss Phillips。 The real reason； I suspect； was； that he had a respect for the Gospel； and not much for the law； except those invaluable clauses which restrain poaching。 The reason he gave was： 〃Turnips be hanged！ If she hadn't eaten them； the fly would。〃 However； he found means to muzzle Giles； and sent the old doctor two couple of rabbits。
Took to the national vice； and went to the national dogs； Thomas Fisher； a saving tinman； and a bachelor： so I expect no pity for him。
To the same goal； by the same road； dragging their families； went the Rev。 Henry Scudamore； a curate； Philip Hall； a linen…draper； Neil Pratt； a shoemaker； Simon Harris； a greengrocer； and a few more； but the above were all prudent； laborious men； who took a friendly glass； but seldom exceeded； until Hardie's bankruptcy drove them to the devil of drink for comfort
Turned professional thief； Joseph Locke； working locksmith； who had just saved money enough to buy a shop and good…will； and now lost it every penny。
Turned atheist； and burnt the family Bible before his weeping wife and terrified children and gaping servant…girl； Mr。 Williams； a Sunday…school teacher； known hitherto only as a mild； respectable man； a teetotaler； and a good parent and husband。 He did not take to drinking； but he did to cursing； and forbade his own flesh and blood ever to enter a church again。 This man became an outcast； shunned by all。
Three elderly sisters； the Misses Lunley； well born and bred； lived together on their funds； which； small singly； united made a decent competence。 Two of them had refused marriage in early life for fear the third should fall into less tender hands than theirs。 For Miss Blanche Lunley was a cripple： disorder of the spine had robbed her； in youth's very bloom； of the power not only to dance； as you girls do； but to walk or even stand upright； leaving her two active little hands； and a heart as nearly angelic as we are likely to see here on earth。
She lay all day long on a little iron bedstead at the window of their back…parlour； that looked on a sunny little lawn； working eagerly for the poor； teaching the poor； young and old； to read； chiefly those of her own sex； hearing the sorrows of the poor； composing the quarrels of the poor； relieving their genuine necessities with a little money and much ingenuity and labour。
Some poor woman； in a moment of inspiration； called Miss Blanche 〃The sunshine of the poor。〃 The word was instantly caught up in the parish； and had now this many years gently displaced 〃Lunley；〃 and settled on her here below； and its echo gone before her up to Heaven。
The poor 〃sunshine of the poor〃 was happy： life was sweet to her。 To know whether this is so； it is useless to inquire of the backbone or the limbs： look at the face！ She lay at her window in the kindred sunshine； and in a world of sturdy； able； agile cursers； grumblers； and yawners； her face； pale its ashes； wore the eternal sunshine of a happy； holy smile。
But there came one to her bedside and told her the bank was broken； and all the money gone she and her sisters had lent Mr。 Hardie。
The saint clasped her hands and said； 〃Oh； my poor people！ What will become of them？〃 And the tears ran down her pale and now sorrowful cheeks。
At this time she did not know the full extent of their losses。 But they had given Mr。 Hardie a power of attorney to draw out all their consols。 That remorseless man had abused the discretion this gave him； and beggared themthey were his personal friends； tooto swell his secret hoard。
When 〃the sunshine of the poor〃 heard this； and knew that she was now the poorest of the poor； she clasped her hands and cried； 〃Oh； my poor sisters！ my poor sisters！〃 and she could work no more for sighing。
The next morning found 〃the sunshine of the poor〃 extinct in her little bed： ay； died of grief with no grain of egotism in it； gone straight to heaven without one angry word against Richard Hardie or any other。
Old Betty had a horror of the workhouse。 To save her old age from it she had deposited her wages in the bank for the last twenty years； and also a little legacy from Mr。 Hardie's father。 She now went about the house of her master and debtor； declaring she was sure he would not rob _her；_ and； if he did； she would never go into the poorhouse。 〃I'll go out on the common and die there。 Nobody will miss _me。_〃
The next instance led to consequences upon consequences： and that is my excuse for telling it the reader somewhat more fully than Alfred heard it。
Mrs。 Maxley one night found something rough at her feet in bed。 〃What on earth is this？〃 said she。
〃Never you mind；〃 said Maxley： 〃say it's my breeches； what then？〃
〃Why； what on earth does the man put his breeches to bed for？〃
〃That is my business；〃 roared Maxley； and whispered drily； 〃'tain't for you to wear 'em； howsever。〃
This little spar led to his telling her he had drawn out all their money； but； when she asked the reason； he snubbed her again indirectly； recommending her to sleep。
The fact is； the small…clothes were full of bank…notes； and Maxley always followed them into bed now； for fear of robbers。
The bank broke on a Tuesday： Maxley dug on impassive； and when curious people came about him to ask whether he was a loser； he used to inquire very gravely； and dwelling on every syllable； 〃Doyouseeanythinggreenin this ere eye。〃
Friday was club day； the clubsmen met at the 〃Greyhound〃 and talked over their losses。 Maxley sat smoking complacently； and when his turn came to groan； he said drily： 〃I draad all mine a week afore。 （Exclamations。） I had a hinkling： my boy Jack he wrote to me from Canada as how Hardie's was rotten out there； now these here bankers they be like an oak tree； they do go at the limbs first and then at the heart。〃
The club was wroth。 〃What； you went and made yourself safe and never gave any of us a chance？ Was that neighbourly？ was thatclubbable？〃
To a hailstorm of similar reproaches； Maxley made but one reply； 〃'Twarn't _my_ business to take care o' _you。_〃 He added； however； a little sulkily； 〃I was laad for slander once： scalded dog fears lue…warm water。〃
〃Oh；〃 said one； 〃I don't believe him。 He puts a good face on it but his nine hundred is gone along with ourn。〃
〃'Taiu't gone far； then。〃 With this he put his hand in his pocket； and； after some delay； pulled out a nice new crisp note and held it up。 〃What is that？ I ask the company。〃
〃Looks like a ten…pun note； James。〃
〃Welt the bulk 'grees with the sample； I knows where to find eightscore and nine to match this here。〃
The note was handed round： and on inspection each countenance in turn wore a malicious smile； till at last Maxley； surrounded by grinning faces； felt uneasy。
〃What be 'e all grinning at like a litter o' Chessy cats？ Warn't ye ugly enough without showing of your rotten teeth ？〃
〃Haw！ Haw！〃
〃Better say 'tain't money at all； but only a wench's curl paper：〃 and he got up and snatched it fiercely out of the last inspector's hand。 〃Ye can't run your rigs on me；〃 said he。 〃What an if I can't read words； I can figures； and I spelt the ten out on every one of them； afore I'd take it。〃
A loud and general laugh greeted this boast。
Then Maxley snatched up his hat in great wrath and some anxiety； and went out followed by a peal。
In five minutes he was at home； and tossed the note into his wife's lap。 She was knitting by a farthing dip。 〃Dame；〃 said he； controlling all appearance of anxiety； 〃what d'ye call that？〃
She took up the note and held it close to the candle。
〃Why； Jem； it is a ten…pound note； one