'Well, Mr.Bumble ?' 'Well, ma'am,' rejoined the beadle, 'he went away; and he _did_ die in the streets.

There's a obstinate pauper for you!' 'It beats anything I could have believed,' observed the matron emphatically.

'But don't you think out-of-door relief a very bad thing, any way, Mr.Bumble?
You're a gentleman of experience, and ought to know.

Come.' 'Mrs.Corney,' said the beadle, smiling as men smile who are conscious of superior information, 'out-of-door relief, properly managed: properly managed, ma'am: is the porochial safeguard.

The great principle of out-of-door relief is, to give the paupers exactly what they don't want; and then they get tired of coming.' 'Dear me!' exclaimed Mrs.Corney.