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The sermon’s over: they’re out of the porch, And it’s time for me to move a leg; But in general people who come from church, And have called themselves sinners, hate chaps to beg. I’ll wager they’ll all of ’em dine to-day! I was easy half a minute ago. If that isn’t pig that’s baking away, May I perish!—we’re never contented—heigho!

BY THE ROSANNA TO F. M.