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"Mine," says DIVINITY, “ pursue a system of gimcrackery, Called Puseyism, a pack of stuff, and quite as arrant quackery."
Says Physic, “Mine have sleep-walkers, pretending through the
hide of you, To look, although their eyes are shut, and tell you what's inside
“ Ah !” says DIVINITY, "so mine, with quibbling and with cavil
ing, Would have you, ma'am, to blind yourself, to see the road to travel
says, “have quite renounced their good old pills and potions, ma'am, For doses of a billionth of a grain, and such wild notions, ma'am.”
“So," says DIVINITY, “ have mine left wholesome exhortation,
ma'am, For credencé-tables, reredoses, rood-lofts, and maceration, ma'am."
"But hospitals," says Physic, "my misguided boys are founding,
“Well," says DIVINITY, “ of mine, the chapels are abounding,
ma'am.” “ Mine are trifling with diseases, ma'am," says Paysec, "not at
Mine," says DIVINITY, “ instead of curing souls, are quacking
'Ah, ma'am,” says Physio, "I'm to blame, I fear, for these ab
"That's my fear too,” DIVINITY says; " ma'am, upon my word it
Says Physic, “Fees, not science, have been far too much my
Truth," says DIVINITY, “I've loved much less than loaves and
Says each to each, “We're simpletons, or sad deceivers, some of
us; And I am sure, ma'am, I don't know whatever will become of
THE RAILWAY TRAVELER'S FAREWELL TO US
'T was business call’d a Father to travel by the Rail;
I'm going by the Rail
, my dears—Eliza, love, don't cry-
I'm going by the Rail, my dears, where the engines puff and hiss;
Sometimes from scandalous neglect, my dears, the sleepers sink,
, a truck or coal-box checks, And there's a risk for poor Papa's, and every body's necks.
Or there may be a screw loose, a hook, or bolt, or pin-
If a policeman's careless, dears, or if not over-bright,
Points may be badly managed, as they were the other day,
And should your poor Papa escape, my darlings, with his life, May he return on two legs, to his children and his wifeWith both his arms, my little dears, return your fond einbrace, And present to you, unalter'd, every feature of his face.
I hope I shall come back, my dears—but, mind, I am insured-
A LETTER AND AN ANSWER.
THE PRESBYTERS TO PALMERSTON.
Tue Plague has come among us,
PALMERSTON TO THE PRESBYTERS.
The Plague that comes among you,
For Plagues, like other evils,
Miserable sinners! Are God's and not the Devil's,
Miserable sinners! Scourges they are, but in a hand Which love and pity do command; And when the heaviest stripes do fall, 'Tis where they're wanted most of all,
Look round about your city,
Miserable sinners! Arouse to shame and pity,
Miserable sinners! Pray: but use brush and limewash pail; fast: but feed those for want who fail : Bow down, gude town, to ask for grave, But bow with cleaner hands and face,
All Time God's Law hath spoken,
Miserable sinners! That Law may not be broken,
Miserable sinners! But he that breaks it must endure The penalty which works the cure. To us, for God's great laws transgresserl, Is doomsman Pestilence addressed,
We can not juggle Heaven,
blind eye, and folded palm ?
Let us be up and stirring,
Mong ignorant and erring,
To such advice you'd ne'er attend;
You won't let prudence rule
like a fool.
I do not ask you to eschew
The paths of vice and sin;
Are left, as you say, tin.