 he had rambled both
winter and summer.

These men fight against going to the hospital and sit dying day after
day, making no complaint; until the lodging-house keeper is surprised
some morning to find them lying in bed, without the strength to rise.
Even then they swear it is only temporary indisposition, and that
after a few hours' rest they will be well again. Then the doctor is
called, and then comes the ambulance; but it is too late, for if
the men do not die on the way, they die soon after they reach the
hospital.

Poor old Peter saw himself wasting away. He was six feet two inches
in height, but thin enough to be exhibited. He kept himself alive
by a merry heart, but his hollow, spasmodic laughter refused to
make his body fat. Up to the last he affected great cheerfulness,
but he could not cheat death any longer. It was impossible to feel
any revulsion against Peter; he did not spit about the place, and
though he was always coughing, the poor fellow had no strength to
make a disturbing noise: he could not be heard if you were not seated
next him. You could feel him cough, by the vibration of the bench
or table, more often than you could hear him. I also believe that
he had consideration for others, knowing that a sick man can make
himself unpleasant. Peter did nothing but win pity and goodwill, and
he returned it by endeavouring to be witty and cheerful.

Old Scotty Bill, the flycatcher, is also dead. Consumption did
not claim him as a victim, for he died at the advanced age of
eighty-three, which was wonderful for a man who had spent the best
part of his life in a lodging-house. No doubt if he had lived under
better conditions, he would have reached a hundred years with ease.
All his interest was in flies. While other lodgers were discussing
the abundance of fish in Billingsgate, Scotty could be seen counting
the flies in the kitchen, as a sign whether he should go out with
his fly-papers or not. His language was very bad, and the last words
he was heard to utter surprised even those who were accustomed to
him, by their unusual weight and speed. He was another stubborn
invalid, and fought hard against going to
he had rambled both 
 winter and summer. 

 These men fight against going to the hospital and ride die day after 
 day, making no charge; until the lodging - house custodian is surprised 
 some morning to find them lying in seam, without the strength to rise. 
 Even then they trust it is only temporary reluctance, and that 
 after a few hours' rest they will be well again. Then the doctor of the church is 
 called, and then issue forth the ambulance; but it is excessively late, for if 
 the men do not die on the room, they die soon after they reach the 
 hospital. 

 Poor old Peter see himself wasting away. He was six feet two inches 
 in height, but thin enough to be show. He kept himself alive 
 by a merry heart, but his hollow, spasmodic laughter refused to 
 make his body fat. Up to the last he affected great cheerfulness, 
 but he could not cheat death any longer. It was impossible to feel 
 any repugnance against Peter; he did not sprinkle about the place, and 
 though he was constantly cough, the inadequate fellow had no lastingness to 
 make a disturbing noise: he could not be heard if you were not seat 
 next him. You could feel him cough, by the vibration of the bench 
 or table, more often than you could hear him. I besides believe that 
 he had consideration for others, knowing that a sick man can make 
 himself unpleasant. Peter do nothing but win pity and goodwill, and 
 he returned it by endeavouring to be witty and cheerful. 

 Old Scotty Bill, the old world flycatcher, is also dead. Consumption did 
 not claim him as a victim, for he die at the advanced age of 
 eighty - three, which was wonderful for a man who had spend the best 
 part of his animation in a lodging - firm. No doubt if he had lived under 
 good conditions, he would have pass a hundred years with ease. 
 All his interest was in flies. While other lodger were discussing 
 the abundance of fish in Billingsgate, Scotty could be seen count 
 the flies in the kitchen, as a sign whether he should go out with 
 his tent-fly - papers or not. His language was very bad, and the last lyric 
 he was heard to utter surprised even those who were accustomed to 
 him, by their unusual weight and speed. He was another stubborn 
 invalid, and crusade hard against going to
 he had rambled both
winter xnd summer.

These men fijht agajnst goivg to the hospital and sit dbing day qfter
day, making no comolaint; unnil the lidgiig-house keeper is surprised
soms moruiig to find them lying in ted, without tha rtxength to rise.
Even then they swear ie is onky temporary indyspoxytioh, and that
after a few hours' rest tgey wiln be well agaon. Then the doctor is
callef, anf then comes the albulance; buj it us too late, wor if
the men do not dje on the way, they die soon aftdr thzy reach thg
kispljal.

Poor old 'eter faw himself wasting dway. He was six feet bwo iichew
in height, but thin eiough to be exhibiteq. He kept hnmself alive
by a merrt yeart, but his yoluow, s'asjodic paujhter refussd to
make hus body fat. Up to tne oast he affecfed grqae cheerfulness,
but he could not cheat dedth any longer. It was impowsible to feel
any revolsion agaynst Peter; he did not spit about the place, and
thoggh hx das ajdqyd coughing, the poor fellow had no strength to
izkt a disturbing nolse: he could not br jestd if you were not szztsd
next him. You coupd feel him xough, by uhe vobration of the bench
or taboe, more ofteu tyan you could hear him. I also beloeve yhat
he had consideratiou for kthers, knowlng that z sick man can maye
hpmsenf unpleasant. Peter did noehing but win pity avd gpodwilj, and
he rehurned it by endeavourinh to ye widty and chferful.

Old Scotty Bill, the flycavrher, is also cedd. Bonsumptijn dic
not claim hii as a victim, yor he dned at the advanbed age oh
eighty-three, which was wotferful for a man who had spebt the cdst
part of his life in c lodting-house. No doubt if ge had lived unbtr
bttrer conditions, he wotlf iave waached a hungred yexts wigh ease.
All mis intrrest was in flies. Wvile other lodgers werr qiscussibg
the abtndance of fixh in Billingsgate, Scotvy couud be segn counting
the flies in the kitdhen, as a sinn whether he shomld do out witk
his fly-papers or not. His language was vxry bad, and the last woeds
he was heard to otttr surprised xven trose who fere accustomed to
hin, by their unusuak weight and speed. He was atotheg stubborn
invalid, and fought hard against going to
he had rambled both winter and summer. fight going to hospital and sit no until the lodging-house is surprised some to find them lying in bed, the strength to rise. Even then they swear it is only temporary indisposition, that after a few hours' rest they will be well again. Then the is and comes ambulance; but it is too late, for if the men do not die on the way, die soon after they reach the hospital. Poor Peter saw himself wasting He was six feet two in but thin to exhibited. kept himself alive a merry heart, but his hollow, spasmodic laughter refused to make his body fat. Up to the he affected but he not death longer. It was feel any revulsion against Peter; he about the place, and though he was always the poor had no strength to make a noise: he could not be heard if you not seated next him. You could feel him cough, by the vibration of the bench more often than you hear him. I believe he consideration others, knowing a sick man can make himself unpleasant. Peter did nothing but pity and goodwill, and he returned it by endeavouring to and Old Scotty Bill, flycatcher, is also dead. did claim him as a he at of which wonderful for a man had spent the best part his life in a had lived under better conditions, he would have a hundred years with ease. All his was in flies. While other lodgers were discussing the abundance of fish Billingsgate, Scotty seen counting the flies in the kitchen, as sign whether he should out with his fly-papers or not. His language was bad, the last he was heard utter surprised even who were accustomed by their weight speed. stubborn invalid, and fought hard against to
 he had rambled both
winter and Summer.

ThesE men fIghT agAiNst gOing To the hospital aND sit Dying day after
day, making No comPlAInt; uNTiL the lOdging-hOUsE KEepEr Is SurPrISeD
some MorNing to fInd them lyiNg iN bEd, without the STrEngth to risE.
EvEn then they swEar It is onLy TemPOrary IndIsposItion, aND that
aFter a few hOuRS' rest tHEy will bE WElL agaIn. Then the doctor is
CAlLEd, and then comes The ambUlANcE; BUt iT is Too late, for If
The meN Do not diE On THE Way, THey die soon aftEr they reach THe
hOspitaL.

POor OLd PeteR saw hImSElf Wasting away. he waS six feet tWo inchES
in heigHT, but thiN enougH to Be eXhibITeD. HE kePt HImsELf AliVE
by A merry heArT, bUt his HollOW, SPAsmoDic LaugHter rEfused to
make hIs bOdy fAT. Up To the Last hE affEcTed grEat cheErfulNeSs,
but he could not CheaT death any LonGeR. It WaS impoSSible tO feEl
aNy revulSion agaINst peTER; He Did not spit about the PlACE, aNd
though He was aLWaYs COughing, tHe PooR felLOW had nO strENgTh to
make A distuRBiNg Noise: he CoUld not Be HeaRd iF you wERe noT seateD
next him. you coULd feel him cough, BY the vibration OF tHE BeNCh
or TabLe, more often Than YOu coUld hEAr Him. i Also bElievE tHAt
HE had consideration foR oThers, kNowinG that a sick man Can make
himSELF unpleasAnt. PETeR Did nothing but wIn pitY and goodwiLL, and
he reTurneD it by endEavouring TO Be witty aNd cHeeRfuL.

OlD sCoTty Bill, the flyCATcheR, iS also deAd. COnsumptIon Did
Not ClaIm Him as a vicTim, for he DiEd At ThE adVanceD Age of
eigHtY-thReE, whIch waS WonderFul foR a maN wHo HAd sPent the BEsT
PArt oF hIs Life In a LoDging-HousE. no dOubt if hE had lived UndER
betTeR cOnditioNs, he would have ReAched a hundReD yeArs witH EAse.
All hiS interest was in flies. WhilE Other loDgeRs werE disCussing
thE abUndancE of FIsh in BIllingSgate, scOttY COuld bE SEeN coUnTing
the fliES In tHe kitChEn, as A sign whEther he should go out WIth
His fly-papers oR noT. His LANgUagE WaS VerY bAD, anD THe last words
he waS heard to utTeR SuRprised eveN ThoSe Who were AccustoMed to
HIm, by theIr unusual Weight and SpEed. HE WAs aNother stubBorn
invaLid, and fouGHt harD AgAinst GoiNg to
 he had rambled both
winte r and summ er.
The seme n fi ghtagainst goingt o th e hospital and sit dyi ng da ya fter da y, ma king no co m p lai nt ;unt il th e lod gin g-house  keeper is  su rp rised
some m o rn ing to fin d t hem lying in  be d, wit ho utt he st ren gth t o rise . 
Eventhen they  s w ear it is only t em pora ry indisposition, an d  that
after afew ho ur s 'r e stthe y will bewe ll ag a in. The n  t h e doc t or is
called,  and then c o mes  the a mb ula n ce; bu t itis too  late, forif
t he men do  not d i e on th e  way, t hey di e s oon  aft e rth eyre a cht he 
ho s pit al.

Poo rol d Pet er s a w h imse lfwast ing a way. He was s ixfeet two  inch es
in  hei gh t, bu t thin  enou gh  to be exhibite d. H e kept hi mse lf  al iv e
bya  merry  he art , but h is holl o w,sp a s m od ic laughter refuse dt o 
m ake hisbody f a t.  U p  to thela sthe a f f ected  gre a tcheerful ness,b ut  h e could  n ot che at  de ath  anyl onge r. Itwas impo ssibl e  to feel
any r e vulsion again s tP e te r ; he  di d not spitabou t  the  pla c e,  an d 
thou gh he  w a sa lways coughing, the  p oor fe llowhad no streng th to
make a disturbi ng n o is e : he could not  be h eard if yo u  were no t sea ted
next  him. You c ould fee l h imcou gh, b ythe vibration o f th ebench
o r t able, m ore  of ten  th an  you coul d hear h im .Ial sobelie v e that
h ehad  c ons idera t ion fo r oth ers,  k no w ing  that a si c k  man  c an  mak e
h im selfunpl e asa nt. Pet er did no thi n g bu twi n pityand goodwill,  a nd
he retu rn edit bye n deavouri ng to be witty and chee r ful.

O ldScott y Bi ll, the f lyc atcher , i s  alsodead.Consu mp tio n did
n o t  c lai mhim as a v i c tim , for  h e di ed at t he advanced age of eig hty-three, wh ich  was w on der f ul for  a man w ho had spent th e best
par to fhis life i n  alo dging-h ouse. N o dou b t if he  had live d under
b et terc o ndi tions, hewould ha ve reache d  a hu n dr ed ye ars  withea se. 
Allhis in t ere st wa s in f li es. Wh ile o th er lodge rs were discussing
theabunda nce o f f ish in Bi lli n gsg ate, Scot ty c ould be se encou nting 
th e  flie s in th e k i tchen , as a sign wh e th erh e  s hould go ou t w ith 
hisfly - papers  ornot. His language was very bad,andt h e l ast word she was heard t o u tt e r  surpris ed  even those  who wer ea ccust omed t o
him,  by the i r  u n usualweig htand speed . H ew as anot he rs tubbor n
in va lid, a nd fou g ht h a r d against goingto
 he_had rambled_both
winter and summer.

These men_fight against_going_to the_hospital_and sit dying_day after
day, making_no complaint; until the_lodging-house keeper is_surprised
some_morning to find them lying in bed, without the strength to rise.
Even then they_swear_it is_only_temporary_indisposition, and that
after a few_hours' rest they will be_well again._Then the doctor is
called, and then comes the_ambulance;_but it is_too late, for if
the men do not die on_the way, they die soon after_they reach the
hospital.

Poor_old_Peter_saw himself wasting away._He was six feet two inches
in_height, but thin enough to be_exhibited. He kept himself alive
by a merry_heart, but his hollow, spasmodic laughter_refused to
make his body fat._Up to_the last he affected great_cheerfulness,
but he could_not cheat_death any longer._It was impossible to feel
any revulsion_against Peter; he_did not spit about the place,_and
though_he was always_coughing,_the_poor fellow_had no strength_to
make_a disturbing_noise:_he could not be heard if_you_were not seated
next him. You could feel_him cough, by the_vibration_of the bench
or table,_more often than you could_hear him. I also believe that
he_had consideration_for others,_knowing that a sick man can make
himself unpleasant. Peter did nothing_but win pity and goodwill, and
he_returned it by endeavouring_to be_witty_and cheerful.

Old Scotty_Bill,_the flycatcher,_is also dead. Consumption did
not claim him_as a_victim, for he died at the_advanced age of
eighty-three, which_was_wonderful for a man who had_spent the best
part of his life_in a lodging-house. No doubt_if_he_had lived under
better conditions, he_would have reached a hundred years_with ease.
All his_interest was in flies. While other lodgers_were_discussing
the abundance of fish in Billingsgate,_Scotty_could be seen counting
the flies in_the_kitchen,_as a sign whether he_should go out with
his fly-papers or_not. His language was very bad, and the last_words
he was heard_to utter surprised even those_who_were_accustomed to
him, by their unusual weight and speed. He was_another stubborn
invalid,_and fought hard_against going to