He neglected his children to amass the ways of iniquity, and their coldness and indifference pierce him like poisoned arrows.

Marriage has brought him money, but not the sweet, tender ministrations of loving wifely care, and so he lives on starving in the midst of plenty; dying of thirst, with life's sweetest fountains eluding his grasp.
Charles Romaine is sleeping in a drunkard's grave.

After the death of his boy there was a decided change in him.

Night after night he tore himself away from John Anderson's saloon, and struggled with the monster that had enslaved him, and for awhile victory seemed to be perching on the banner of his resolution.

Another child took the place of the first born, and the dead, and hope and joy began to blossom around Jeanette's path.