A jailor sees a deal of misery.

A doctor's man is in the very midst of murder.

A bailiff's an't a lively office nat'rally.

Even a tax-gatherer must find his feelings rather worked upon, at times.

There's lots of trades in which I should have an opportunity, I think.' Mr Pinch was so perfectly overwhelmed by these remarks that he could do nothing but occasionally exchange a word or two on some indifferent subject, and cast sidelong glances at the bright face of his odd friend (who seemed quite unconscious of his observation), until they reached a certain corner of the road, close upon the outskirts of the city, when Mark said he would jump down there, if he pleased.
'But bless my soul, Mark,' said Mr Pinch, who in the progress of his observation just then made the discovery that the bosom of his companion's shirt was as much exposed as if it was Midsummer, and was ruffled by every breath of air, 'why don't you wear a waistcoat ?' 'What's the good of one, sir ?' asked Mark.
'Good of one ?' said Mr Pinch.