\"What！morebread？\"saidJohnJenkins，gruffly。\"You’realwaysaskingformoneyforbread。D——nation！Doyouwanttoruinmebyyourextravagance？\"andasheutteredthesewordshedrewfromhispocketabottleofwhiskey，apipe，andapaperoftobacco。
Emptyingthefirstatadraught，hethrewtheemptybottleattheheadofhiseldestboy，ayouthoftwelvesummers。Themissilestruckthechildfullinthetemple，andstretchedhimalifelesscorpse。Mrs。Jenkins，whomthereaderwillhardlyrecognizeastheoncegayandbeautifulMaryJones，raisedthedeadbodyofhersoninherarms，andcarefullyplacingtheunfortunateyouthbesidethepumpinthebackyard，returnedwithsaddenedsteptothehouse。
Atanothertime，andinbrighterdays，shemighthaveweptattheoccurrence。Shewaspasttearsnow。
\"Father，yourconductisreprehensible！\"saidlittleHarrisonJenkins，theyoungestboy。\"Wheredoyouexpecttogowhenyoudie？\"
\"Ah！\"saidJohnJenkins，fiercely;\"thiscomesofgivingchildrenaliberaleducation;thisistheresultofSabbathschools。Down，viper！\"