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Inside the pubs the neighbors speak his praise, The man who brought the world about our slum,
Or by the open door they stand and gaze, And wonder why his slattern wife is dumb.
The preacher dwells the ways of God upon, Surpassing man's design and woman's wit ;
Oh God, I can't be sorry he is gone, But going I am glad he did his bit.
— A. Stodart Walker.
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