What I cannot bear to think of is the poor man's lonely position.

In his last moments, there will not be a living creature at his bedside.' "Hearing this, I ventured to make some inquiries.

The answers painted such a melancholy picture of poverty and suffering, and so vividly reminded me of a similar case in my own experience, that I forgot I was an invalid myself, and volunteered to visit the dying man in Mr.
Morphew's place.
"The messenger led me to the poorest quarter of the city and to a garret in one of the wretchedest houses in the street.

There he lay, without anyone to nurse him, on a mattress on the floor.

What his malady was, you will not ask to know.