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THE RIVAL CURATES.
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And Hooper, disinclined
His trumpet to be blowing,
Yet didn't think you'd find
A milder curate going.
A friend arrived one day
At Spiffton-extra-Sooper,
And in this shameful way
He spoke to Mr. Hooper:
"You think your famous name
For mildness can't be shaken,
That none can blot your fame—
But, Hooper, you're mistaken!
"Your mind is not as blank
As that of Hopley Porter,
Who holds a curate's rank
At Assesmilk-cum-Worter.
