'But fortune, my new, my false deity, deserted me. My luck
TURNED. I am undone! Ruined! A beggar! My wife and children
will want a morsel of bread to eat. * * * * To destroy myself is
the only way to preserve my family from want, and to keep myself
from the GALLOWS. This morning I absolutely hesitated whether I
should not procure a sum of money with which to try my luck by
FORGERY. Gamesters, think of that-- FORGERY! O my dear wife, is
not anything better than seeing me conveyed to Tyburn? Yes, it
is better that before many hours you and your three helpless
daughters should be hanging in tears (I little merit) over my
lifeless, cold, and swollen body.
'Readers, farewell! From my sad and voluntary death, learn
wisdom. In consequence of gaming I go to seek my destruction in
the Thames. Oh, think in what manner he deserves to be punished
who commits a crime which he is fully persuaded merits, and will
not fail to meet, the severest punishment.'