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Let your heart warm with silent prayer,
And view that horrid green silk there.

Reflect upon the wicked’s ways,
See if your gold chain’s out of place.

Think of the peace the good shall find,
And wonder who are sitting behind.

Think of the burdens the Christians bear,
And notice those strange ladies there.

The last words hear with contrite heart,
And fix your pull-back when you start.

—(from a Victorian Scrap Album)

The Pastor’s Appeal

I have sixteen pairs of slippers,
And they’re all of them too small;
I own twenty-one watch cases,
And they’re mostly on the wall;
I have thirty-five penwipers
In my desk quite safely stored;
So I modestly request you,
When you add unto my hoard
Of sweet Christmas gifts and wishes,
To recall these facts are so;
And I’d humbly like to mention
I’ve one watch, which doesn’t go.

—(Judge)

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