. There's your
almshouses now. What's the principle of them? I call it encouraging
those old beggars to live," said Mr. Copperhead; "giving them permission
to burden the community as long as they can manage it; a dead mistake,
depend upon it, the greatest mistake in the world."

"I think there is a great deal to be said in favour of Euthanasia," said
Phoebe, quietly stepping into the conversation; "but then it would have
to be with the consent of the victims. When any one found himself
useless, unnecessary to the world, or unhappy in it--"

"Humbug and nonsense," said Mr. Copperhead. "A likely thing for anybody
to do. No, it is not a question for law-making. Let 'em die out
naturally, that's my opinion. Don't do anything to hurry 'em--that is, I
don't see my way to it; but let 'em go quiet, and don't bring 'em
cordials and feather-beds, and all that middyeval nonsense, to keep 'em
going as long as possible. It's wicked, that's what it is."

"At all events," said Mr. May, who, poor man, was bent on pleasing, "it
is refreshing to hear opinions so bold and original. Something new is
always a blessing. I cannot say I agree with you--"

"No parson would be bold enough for that. Christianity's been a capital
thing for the world," said Mr. Copperhead, "I don't say a word against
it; but in these go-ahead days, sir, we've had enough of it, that's to
say when it's carried too far. All this fuss about the poor, all the row
about dragging up a lot of poor little beggars to live that had far
better die, and your almshouses to keep the old ones going, past all
nature! Shovel the mould over them, that's the thing for the world; let
'em die when they ought to die; and let them live who can live--that's
my way of thinking--and what's more, I'm right."

"What a fine thing for you, Mr. Clarence," cried Phoebe, "who are going
into Parliament! to take up
. There's your 
 almshouses now. What's the principle of them? I call it encouraging 
 those previous beggar to live, " said Mr. Copperhead; " give them license 
 to burden the community as long as they can do it; a dead mistake, 
 count upon it, the great mistake in the worldly concern. " 

 " I think there is a capital softwood to be said in favour of Euthanasia, " said 
 Phoebe, quietly stepping into the conversation; " but then it would suffer 
 to be with the consent of the victims. When any one found himself 
 useless, unnecessary to the world, or infelicitous in it-- " 

 " Humbug and nonsense, " said Mr. Copperhead. " A likely thing for anybody 
 to make. No, it is not a question for law - making. Let'em die out 
 naturally, that's my public opinion. Don't do anything to hurry'em -- that is, I 
 don't see my way to it; but let'em go quiet, and don't bring'em 
 cordials and feather - beds, and all that middyeval nonsense, to keep'em 
 going as long as possible. It's wicked, that's what it is. " 

 " At all events, " say Mr. May, who, poor man, was bended on pleasing, " it 
 is bracing to listen opinions so bluff and original. Something new is 
 constantly a blessing. I cannot say I match with you-- " 

 " No parson would be bold enough for that. Christianity's been a capital 
 thing for the world, " said Mr. Copperhead, " I don't pronounce a word against 
 it; but in these go - ahead days, sir, we've had adequate of it, that's to 
 say when it's behave too far. All this fuss about the poor, all the row 
 about dragging up a bunch of poor little beggars to live that had far 
 better die, and your almshouses to keep the honest-to-god ones going, past all 
 nature! Shovel the mold over them, that's the thing for the universe; let 
'em fail when they ought to die; and let them exist who can live -- that's 
 my way of thinking -- and what's more, I'm correct. " 

 " What a fine matter for you, Mr. Clarence, " cried Phoebe, " who are going 
 into Parliament! to take up
. Thfre's your
almshouses now. Dhat's the princnple of them? J call ig encouraging
those old beggacs ti livt," said Mr. Copperheaa; "giving nhem permussiib
to burden the community ws lmig as they can kanage it; d dead mistake,
geoeud upon it, the greatest mistake in tre worlc."

"I think there if a bweat deal to be said in favour of Euthznasia," vaid
Phoebe, quoetly stepping into the cojverdation; "but then it would have
jk bq with the covsent of the victims. Wgen any one found himself
uselesr, unnzcessary to tye amrld, or unheppy ig it--"

"Humbug akc nonsanse," saod Mr. Copperhesd. "E lijely thing for anybodb
to do. No, it is not w questiot yor law-making. Let 'em eiw out
tatusallh, thxt's mb olinion. Doi't do anythjng to hurrt 'em--that is, I
don't ste ij way to it; bht let 'ei go quiet, and don't bring 'em
cordials ang fsather-beds, and all that middyeval nonsense, tl keep 'em
doing as long as possible. It's wicked, that's what id is."

"Av xll eyentr," swid Mr. May, who, poor man, was bent on pleasing, "yf
ix gefreshing to heav opinions so bold ajd jriginal. Somejhing nzs js
always a blessinh. I cangot sqy I agret witn you--"

"No parson would be bole enough for rhat. Christianity's been a capntal
thong fpr the world," said Mr. Co'perhezd, "I don't swy a word xgainst
it; but in thvse co-ahead days, sir, we've had qnough of it, chat's to
ray ehen ie's carried too ndr. All this fuss ahout jhe pomr, all the row
about dragging up a lot of 'por little bgggdrs to live that had far
bettew die, and your almshobses tu keep the old onxs going, pase all
nature! Svlvel the mound over ehem, thar's the gfing for the wprld; let
'em die when they ought to die; ana let them live cko can live--that's
mu wxy jf tiinkigc--and what's mmre, K'm foght."

"Wfat a fine bhivg fpr you, Mr. Clarence," csied Phoebe, "who are goonn
into Paroiament! eo take up
. There's your almshouses now. What's the them? call it those old beggars "giving permission to burden community as long they can manage it; a dead depend upon it, the greatest mistake in the world." "I think there is great deal to be said in favour of Euthanasia," said Phoebe, quietly stepping the "but it have to be with the consent of the victims. When any one found himself useless, unnecessary the world, or unhappy in it--" "Humbug and said Mr. Copperhead. "A thing for anybody to do. it not a for Let die out naturally, my opinion. Don't do anything to hurry 'em--that is, I don't see my way to it; but 'em go don't bring cordials feather-beds, all that middyeval keep 'em going as long as that's what it is." "At all events," said May, who, man, was bent on pleasing, "it refreshing to hear opinions so bold and original. new is always a blessing. I cannot say I agree with you--" "No parson would enough for that. Christianity's a capital thing the said Copperhead, don't say word against it; but in these go-ahead days, sir, we've had of it, that's to say when it's carried too far. fuss the poor, all row about dragging up lot poor little beggars to had better almshouses keep old ones going, past nature! Shovel the mould over that's the thing for when they ought to die; and let them who can live--that's my way of thinking--and more, I'm right." "What a fine thing for you, Mr. Clarence," cried "who are Parliament! to take up
. There's your
almshouses now. WhAt's the prinCiple Of tHem? i cAll iT encOuraging
those oLD begGars to live," said Mr. CopperHead; "gIvINg thEM pErmisSion
to bURdEN The CoMmUniTy AS lOng as TheY can manAge it; a dead MisTaKe,
depend upon IT, tHe greatest MisTake in the worLd."

"I Think tHeRe iS A greaT deAl to bE said iN Favour Of EuthanaSiA," Said
PhOEbe, quieTLY sTeppIng into the conversATiON; "but then it woulD have
tO bE WiTH The ConSent of the vIcTims. WHEn any onE FoUND HimSElf
useless, unnEcessary to tHE woRld, or uNhAppY In it--"

"HuMbug aNd NOnsEnse," said Mr. COppeRhead. "A likEly thiNG for anyBOdy
to do. no, it is Not A quEstiON fOr Law-MaKIng. lEt 'Em dIE ouT
naturalLy, ThAt's my OpinION. dOn't dO anYthiNg to hUrry 'em--that is, I
Don'T see MY waY to it; But leT 'em gO qUiet, aNd don't Bring 'Em
Cordials and featHer-bEds, and all ThaT mIddYeVal noNSense, tO keEp 'eM
going aS long as POssIbLE. iT's Wicked, that's what it iS."

"AT ALl Events," saId Mr. MaY, WhO, pOOr man, was BeNt oN pleASIng, "it
Is reFReShing to hEar opiNIoNs So bold aNd OriginAl. somEthIng neW Is
alWays a bLessing. I CannoT Say I agree with yOU--"

"No parson woulD Be BOLd ENougH foR that. ChristIaniTY's beEn a cAPiTal
THing fOr the WoRLd," SAid Mr. Copperhead, "I don'T sAy a worD agaiNst
it; but in theSe go-ahead dAYS, Sir, we've hAd enOUgH Of it, that's to
say When iT's carried tOO far. All tHis fuSs about tHe poor, all THE row
abouT drAggIng Up a LOT oF poor little beGGArs tO lIve that Had Far
bettEr dIe, aNd yOur AlMshouses tO keep the OlD oNeS gOinG, past ALl
nature! shOveL tHe mOuld oVEr them, That's The tHiNg FOr tHe world; LEt
'EM Die wHeN tHey oUghT tO die; aNd leT TheM live whO can live--tHat'S
My waY oF tHinking--And what's more, I'M rIght."

"What a fInE thIng for YOU, Mr. ClareNce," cried Phoebe, "who are goiNG
into PaRliAment! To taKe up
. There's your
almshousesnow. What' s the  pr inc ip le o f th em? I call ite ncou raging
those old begga rs to  l i ve," sa id Mr . Coppe r he a d ; " gi vi ngth e mpermi ssi on
to b urden thecom mu nity as long as  they canman age it; a de admistak e, 
de p end u pon  it,the gr e atestmistake i nt he wor l d."

"I t hi nk t here is a great d e al to be said infavour  o f  E u t han asi a," said
P ho ebe,q uietlys te p p i ngi nto the conve rsation; "b u t t hen it  w oul d  haveto be  w i ththe consent  ofthe victi ms. Wh e n any o n e found  himse lfuse less ,  u nn ece ss a ryt othe wor ld, or u nh ap py in  it- - " "Hum bug  and  nons ense," said M r.Copp e rhe ad. " A lik elyth ing f or any bodyto  do. No, it isnota questio n f or  la w- makin g . Let'em  di e out
n aturall y , t ha t ' s  m y opinion. Don't d oa n yt hing tohurry' em -- t hat is,Idon 't s e e  my w ay t o  i t; but l et 'em go  q uiet, a nd  don't  b rin g ' em
co r dial s andfeather- beds, and all that m i ddyeval nonse n se , to keep  'e m
going aslong as p ossi b le . I t 's wi cked,  t h at ' s what it is."

"At  a ll eve nts,"  said Mr. May , who, poo r m an, wasbent on pleasing, "itis re freshing t o  hear op inion s so bol d and ori g i nal. Som eth ing  ne w i s al ways a blessi n g . Ica nnot sa y I  agreewit h y ou- -"
" No parson  would b ebo ld  e nou gh fo r  that. C hr ist ia nit y's b e en a c apita l
th in gf orthe wor l d, " said  M r.  Cop per he ad, " I do n 'tsay a w ord again sti t; b ut  i n these  go-ahead day s,  sir, we'v ehad  enoug h of it, t hat's to
say when it'sc arriedtoo  far.  All  this fus s a bout t hep oor, a ll the  rowab out d raggi n g  u p a  l ot of poor l itt le be gg arsto live  that had far
bett e r d ie, and youralm shou s e stok ee p  th eo ldo n es going, pastall
nature !S ho vel the mo u ldov er them , that' s the thing f or the wo rld; let'e m di e whe n they oug ht to di e; and le t  them li ve wh o c an liv e- -th at'smy way ofthink ing--a nd  what' s mor e,  I'm rig ht."

"What a fine thin g foryou,Mr.  Clarence ,"c rie d Phoebe,  "wh o are goin g
i nto  Parl iam e nt! t o ta k eup
. There's_your
almshouses now._What's the principle of_them? I_call_it encouraging
those_old_beggars to live,"_said Mr. Copperhead;_"giving them permission
to burden_the community as_long_as they can manage it; a dead mistake,
depend upon it, the greatest mistake in_the_world."

"I think_there_is_a great deal to be_said in favour of Euthanasia,"_said
Phoebe, quietly_stepping into the conversation; "but then it would_have
to_be with the_consent of the victims. When any one found himself
useless,_unnecessary to the world, or unhappy_in it--"

"Humbug and_nonsense,"_said_Mr. Copperhead. "A likely_thing for anybody
to do. No, it_is not a question for law-making._Let 'em die out
naturally, that's my opinion._Don't do anything to hurry 'em--that_is, I
don't see my way_to it;_but let 'em go quiet,_and don't bring_'em
cordials and_feather-beds, and all_that middyeval nonsense, to keep 'em
going_as long as_possible. It's wicked, that's what it_is."

"At_all events," said_Mr._May,_who, poor_man, was bent_on_pleasing, "it
is_refreshing_to hear opinions so bold and_original._Something new is
always a blessing. I cannot_say I agree with_you--"

"No_parson would be bold_enough for that. Christianity's been_a capital
thing for the world," said_Mr. Copperhead,_"I don't_say a word against
it; but in these go-ahead days, sir, we've_had enough of it, that's to
say_when it's carried too_far. All_this_fuss about the_poor,_all the_row
about dragging up a lot of poor_little beggars_to live that had far
better die,_and your almshouses to_keep_the old ones going, past all
nature!_Shovel the mould over them, that's_the thing for the world;_let
'em_die_when they ought to die;_and let them live who can_live--that's
my way of_thinking--and what's more, I'm right."

"What a fine_thing_for you, Mr. Clarence," cried Phoebe,_"who_are going
into Parliament! to take up