 the intellectually destitute and the blustering
coward--where will you find them in all their most bitter and sour
and hateful intensity, if not among the new lights, the self-styled
economists? And we have to sit mum and let brainless pretenders
superciliously put us out of court with a self-complacent wave of the
hand, as they give utterance to perky platitudes about the clergy
pauperizing the working man. No, Mr. Dandy Dryskull. No! this gospel of
yours, a little trying to listen to, is being found out; ours will see
the end of it.

    You preach Sir Andrew and his love of law,
    And we the Saviour and His law of love!

I, for one, hereby proclaim and declare that I intend to help the sick
and aged and struggling poor whenever I have the chance, and as far
as I have the means, and I hope the day will never come when I shall
cease to think without shame of him who is said to have made it his
boast that he had never given a beggar a penny in his life. I am free
to confess that I draw the line somewhere. I do draw the line at the
tramp--I do find it necessary to be uncompromising there. Indeed I keep
a big dog for the tramp, and that dog, inasmuch as he passes his happy
life in a country parsonage--that dog, I say, is _not_ muzzled.

“But don’t you get imposed upon? Don’t you get asked to replace dead
horses and cows and pigs and donkeys, that never walked on four legs
and no mortal eye ever saw in the land of the living?”

Of course we do! Is it a prerogative of the country parson to be duped
by a swindler? Oh, Mr. Worldly Wiseman, were you never taken in?
Never! Then, sir, I could not have you for a son-in-law! As for us--we
country parsons--we do occasionally get imposed upon in very absurd
and contemptible fashion. Sometimes we submit to be bled with our eyes
open. A bungling bumpkin has managed to get his horse’s leg broken
by his own stupid
the intellectually destitute and the blustering 
 coward -- where will you find them in all their most bitter and dark 
 and hateful volume, if not among the new lights, the self - styled 
 economist? And we have to sit mum and permit brainless pretenders 
 superciliously frame us out of court with a self - complacent wave of the 
 hand, as they collapse utterance to perky platitudes about the clergy 
 beggar the working man. No, Mr. Dandy Dryskull. No! this gospel of 
 yours, a little trying to listen to, is being found out; ours will attend 
 the end of it. 

     You preach Sir Andrew and his love of law, 
     And we the Saviour and His police of love! 

 I, for one, hereby proclaim and declare that I intend to help the ill 
 and aged and struggling poor whenever I have the chance, and as far 
 as I own the means, and I hope the day will never come when I shall 
 cease to think without pity of him who is say to have made it his 
 boast that he had never given a beggar a penny in his life. I am free 
 to confess that I draw the line somewhere. I do draw the line at the 
 swinger -- I do find it necessary to be uncompromising there. Indeed I keep 
 a adult frank for the tramp, and that dog, inasmuch as he passes his felicitous 
 life in a country parsonage -- that dog, I say, is _ not _ gag. 

 “ But do n’t you get imposed upon? Do n’t you get asked to replace dead 
 horses and cows and pig and donkeys, that never walked on four legs 
 and no mortal center ever visit in the land of the living? ” 

 Of course we do! Is it a prerogative of the country curate to be duped 
 by a swindler? Oh, Mr. Worldly Wiseman, were you never taken in? 
 Never! Then, sir, I could not have you for a son - in - law! As for us -- we 
 country parsons -- we do occasionally get imposed upon in very absurd 
 and contemptible fashion. Sometimes we submit to be run with our eyes 
 capable. A bungling bumpkin has pull off to get his cavalry ’s leg broken 
 by his own stupid
 thf intellectually destituue and the blustetibg
cowacd--where will yoj find them in all their mosv birter qnd sour
and hateful ingensity, iv not aming uhe new lights, thx self-stnjed
edlnomnsvs? And we have jo sit mum atd let brainlevs pxetenders
superciliously put us out os court wlth a self-compjaceme wabv if the
hand, as they give utterznce to perky platitides about the clergy
paupegizijg the working man. No, Mr. Dandi Drrwkull. No! thir gospel of
yours, a litjle trying to listen to, is being founb out; ours qiol dge
the end of it.

    You preach Sir Andsew and his love of lsw,
    Qnd we the Saviour anv His law of love!

I, fjr one, heseyy proclaim and declaee that I ittena to hemp tge sicn
anv aged and atruggling poor whenever I havt trv chance, and zs far
ws I have the means, and I hope the day winl hever come when I shall
xease to think withouj shame of him who is said to have made it his
boast that he had iexer glven q heggar a penny in his life. I am free
to confesf tnan I draw the line somewhere. O fo qraw the line at thz
frzmp--I do find it nefessary to bw uncomprjmisong there. Indeed I keep
a bit dog for thv trqmp, and that dog, iuasmuch as hz passgs his happy
life in a country paraonage--that fog, I say, ks _not_ muzzled.

“Bug dpn’d you geu imposed upon? Don’e you get askzd to reolacg dead
hjrses and fows and pigs and donkeyd, thaj neves walked oj four legs
and no mortal eye evxc saw in the katd mf the lnving?”

On course we do! Ys it a prerogctive of the zountry pagson to bx duped
by a fwindler? Oh, Ms. Worldly Wisxman, were you nevwr takev in?
Never! Then, xir, I could not havw you for a son-in-lew! Ar for us--we
countrv kaesons--we do occssiunajlj gxt im[msed upon in verh acxurd
avd conttipbibue fsshion. Sometimes we vubmjt to be bled with omr eyes
opgn. A bungjing bumpkin nas managed to get his iorse’s leg nrohen
by his own stupid
the intellectually destitute and the blustering coward--where find in all most bitter and not the new lights, self-styled economists? And have to sit mum and let pretenders superciliously put us out of court with a self-complacent wave of the as they give utterance to perky platitudes about the clergy pauperizing the working No, Dandy No! gospel of yours, a little trying to listen to, is being found out; ours will see end of it. You preach Sir Andrew and love of law, And the Saviour and His law love! for one, proclaim declare I intend to the sick and aged and struggling poor whenever I have the chance, and as far as I the means, hope the will come I shall cease without shame of him who is made it his boast that he had never a beggar penny in his life. I am to confess that I draw the line somewhere. do draw the line at the tramp--I do find it necessary to be uncompromising there. keep a big dog the tramp, and dog, as passes happy life a country parsonage--that dog, I say, is _not_ muzzled. “But don’t get imposed upon? Don’t you get asked to replace dead cows pigs and donkeys, never walked on four and mortal eye ever saw land the we Is a prerogative of the parson to be duped by swindler? Oh, Mr. Worldly in? Never! Then, sir, I could not have for a son-in-law! As for us--we country do occasionally get imposed upon in very absurd and contemptible fashion. Sometimes submit to with our eyes open. A bungling bumpkin has to get his horse’s broken by his own stupid
 the intellectually destitutE and the bluSteriNg
cOwaRd--WherE wilL you find them in ALl thEir most bitter and sour
anD hateFuL InteNSiTy, if nOt among THe NEW liGhTs, The SeLF-sTyled
EcoNomists? and we have tO siT mUm and let braiNLeSs pretendeRs
sUperciliouslY puT us out Of CouRT with A seLf-comPlacenT Wave of The
hand, as ThEY give uTTerance TO PeRky pLatitudes about the CLeRGy
pauperizing tHe workInG MaN. nO, Mr. danDy Dryskull. no! This gOSpel of
yOUrS, A LIttLE trying to listEn to, is being FOunD out; ouRs WilL See
the End of It.

    yOu pReach Sir AndRew aNd his love Of law,
    AND we the SAViour anD His laW of LovE!

I, foR OnE, hEreBy PRocLAiM anD DecLare that i iNtEnd to Help THE SIck
aNd aGed aNd strUggling poor whEneVer I HAve The chAnce, aNd as FaR
as I hAve the Means, AnD I hope the day wilL nevEr come wheN I sHaLl
cEaSe to tHInk witHouT shAme of hiM who is sAId tO hAVE MaDe it his
boast that he HaD NEvEr given a Beggar A PeNnY In his lifE. I Am fRee
tO COnfesS thaT i dRaw the liNe someWHeRe. i do draw ThE line aT tHe
tRamP--I do fINd it NecessAry to be uNcompROmising there. InDEed I keep
a big dOG fOR ThE TramP, anD that dog, inaSmucH As he PassES hIs hAPpy
liFe in a CoUNtRY parsonage--that dog, I sAy, Is _not_ mUzzleD.

“But don’t you geT imposed upON? dOn’t you geT askED tO Replace dead
horSes anD cows and piGS and donkEys, thAt never wAlked on foUR Legs
and nO moRtaL eyE evER SaW in the land of tHE LiviNg?”

of coursE we Do! Is it a PreRogAtiVe oF tHe country Parson to Be DuPeD
bY a sWindlER? Oh, Mr. WorLdLy WIsEmaN, were YOu neveR takeN in?
NEvEr! tHen, Sir, I couLD nOT Have YoU fOr a sOn-iN-lAw! As fOr us--WE
coUntry paRsons--we do OccASionAlLy Get impoSed upon in very AbSurd
and conTeMptIble faSHIon. SometImes we submit to be bled witH Our eyes
OpeN. A bunGlinG bumpkin hAs mAnaged To gET his hoRse’s leG brokEn
By hIS Own stUPId
 the intellectually destit ute and th e blu ste rin gcowa rd-- where will you find  them in all their mos t bit te r  and so ur
an d hatef u li n ten si ty , i fn ot  amon g t he newlights, th e s el f-styled
eco n om ists? Andwehave to sitmum  and l et  br a inles s p reten ders
s u percil iously pu tu s outo f court w it h aself-complacent w a ve of the
hand, a s they  g i ve u tte ran ce to perk yplati t udes ab o ut t h e c l ergy
pauperiz ing the wor k ing  man.No , M r . Dand y Dry sk u ll.  No! this g ospe l of
your s, a l i ttle tr y ing tolisten  to , i s be i ng  f oun do ut; ou rsw ill  see
the  e nd  of i t.
Youpre achSir A ndrew and his  lo ve o f  la w,
   And  weth e Sav iour a nd Hi slaw of love!

I , fo r one, he reb ypro cl aim a n d decl are  th at I in tend to hel pt h e  s ick
and aged and s tr u g gl ing poor  whene v er  I have the  c han ce,a n d asfara sI have t he mea n s,  a nd I ho pe  the d ay  wi llnever come  whenI shallcease to think witho u t shame of hi m  w h o  i s  sai d t o have made  ith is
b oast th ath e had  neve rg iv e n a beggar a pennyin  his l ife.I am free
toconfess th a t I draw t he l i ne somewhere. I d o dra w the line at the
t ramp- -I do fi nd it nec e s sary tobeunc omp rom i s in g there. Inde e d  I k ee p
a big  do g for t hetra mp,  an dthat dog,  inasmuc has  h epas ses h i s happyli fein  acount r y pars onage --th at  d o g,I say,i s_ n ot_mu zz led. 

“ Bu t don ’t y o u g et impo sed upon?  Do n ’t y ou  g et aske d to replacede ad
horsesan d c ows an d pigs and  donkeys, that never wa l ked onfou r leg s
an d no mort aleye ev ers aw inthe la nd of  t hel i ving? ” 
O f c ou rse we do! I s i t a p re roga tive of  the country parso n  to  be duped
bya s wind l e r?  Oh ,  M r . W or l dly W iseman, were yo u never ta ke n  i n?
Never!T hen ,sir, Icould n ot ha v e you f or a son- in-law! A sforu s --w e
countryparsons- -we do oc c asion a ll y get  im posedup onin ve ry abs u rdand c ontemp ti ble fa shion .Sometime s we submit to be bledwith o ur ey esopen. A b ung l ing  bumpkinhasmanaged to  ge t h is ho rse ’ s leg  bro k en 
by his o wn s t upid
 the_intellectually destitute_and the blustering
coward--where will_you find_them_in all_their_most bitter and_sour
and hateful intensity,_if not among the_new lights, the_self-styled
economists?_And we have to sit mum and let brainless pretenders
superciliously put us out of_court_with a_self-complacent_wave_of the
hand, as they give_utterance to perky platitudes about_the clergy
pauperizing_the working man. No, Mr. Dandy Dryskull. No!_this_gospel of
yours, a_little trying to listen to, is being found out;_ours will see
the end of it.

_  _You_preach_Sir Andrew and his_love of law,
   _And we the Saviour and His_law of love!

I, for one, hereby proclaim_and declare that I intend to_help the sick
and aged and_struggling poor_whenever I have the chance,_and as far
as_I have_the means, and_I hope the day will never_come when I_shall
cease to think without shame of_him_who is said_to_have_made it_his
boast that he_had_never given_a_beggar a penny in his life._I_am free
to confess that I draw the_line somewhere. I do_draw_the line at the
tramp--I_do find it necessary to_be uncompromising there. Indeed I keep
a_big dog_for the_tramp, and that dog, inasmuch as he passes his happy
life in_a country parsonage--that dog, I say,_is _not_ muzzled.

“But don’t_you get_imposed_upon? Don’t you_get_asked to_replace dead
horses and cows and pigs and_donkeys, that_never walked on four legs
and no_mortal eye ever saw_in_the land of the living?”

Of course_we do! Is it a prerogative_of the country parson to_be_duped
by_a swindler? Oh, Mr. Worldly_Wiseman, were you never taken in?
Never!_Then, sir, I_could not have you for a son-in-law!_As_for us--we
country parsons--we do occasionally get_imposed_upon in very absurd
and contemptible fashion._Sometimes_we_submit to be bled with_our eyes
open. A bungling bumpkin has_managed to get his horse’s leg broken
by his own_stupid