There the landlady found him lying dead this morning; she learnt who he was from the papers in his pocket.

It's come out that he had made friends with some old boozer of that neighbourhood; he told him that England was on the point of a grand financial smash, and that half the population would die of hunger.

To secure himself, he began to lay in the stock of tinned provisions.

One can't help laughing, poor old chap! That's the result, you see, of a life spent in sweating for money.

As a young man he had hard times, and when his invention succeeded, it put him off balance a bit.