I had never had a piece of toast Particularly long and wide, But fell upon the sanded floor, And always on the buttered side. - James Payn

May he perish, inch by inch, within reach of the aid that shall never come, ere the God of the poor take him into his hand.

He was no coward, but it had suddenly struck him that the present was a very ill-chosen time for a row with his younger relative, however successful might be the issue. Such violence should not go unpunished, but vengeance is a dish that can be eaten cold.

To the truly benevolent mind, indeed, nothing is more satisfactory than to hear of a miser denying himself the necessaries of life a little too far and ridding us of his presence altogether.