Everybody is going to hell, and nothing can save them.

Old Buffum'll go first.

Robert Belcher'll go next.

Dr.Radcliffe will go next." "Look here, old woman, ye jest leave me out of that calkerlation," said Jim.
"Will you have the kindness to kill me, sir ?" said the woman.
"I really can't, this mornin'," he replied, "for I've got a good ways to tramp to-day; but if I ever want to kill anybody I'll come round, p'r'aps, and 'commodate ye." "Thank you," she responded heartily.
The Doctor turned to Jim, and said: "Do you see that hole in the wall, beyond her head?
Well, that hole was made by Mr.Buffum.She had begged him to kill her so often that he thought he would put her to the test, and he agreed he would do so.

So he set her up by that wall, and took a heavy stick from the wood-pile, raised it as high as the room would permit, and then brought it down with great violence, burying the end of the bludgeon in the plastering.
I suppose he came within three inches of her head, and she never winked.
It was a very interesting experiment, as it illustrated the genuineness of her desire for death Otherwise the case is much like many others." "Very interestin'," responded Jim, "very! Didn't you never think of makin' her so easy and comfortable that she wouldn't want any body to kill her?
I sh'd think that would be an interestin' experiment." Now the Doctor had one resort, which, among the people of Sevenoaks, was infallible, whenever he wished to check argumentation on any subject relating to his profession.