S.P." "The S.D.W.

S.P. ?" "Yes, the Society for Doing Without Some People." They were in Holborn, but turned up Southampton Row for quiet.
"You have told me," said the stranger, now speaking rapidly, "that at times you have felt tempted to take your life, that life for which you will one day have to account.

Suicide is the coward's refuge.

You are miserable?
When a young man knows that, he is happy.

Misery is but preparing for an old age of delightful reminiscence.