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That is a practical pursuit,
That does not call for blood and knife;
That asks no sacrifice of life,
And gives you its good things to boot!
Brand.
Just sacrifice is His demand,—
Flame-writ in Heaven by His hand!
The Dean.
Ah, if you feel a call that way,
Just come to me next Sunday, say,
And on my word I'll
The Mayor.
[Interrupting.]
Yes, yes, yes!
The Sexton.
[Aside to the Dean.]
Shall I be suffer'd keep my place?
The Schoolmaster.
[Similarly.]
Shall I be forced to leave my school?
The Dean.
[Aside to them.]
If these stiff necks you overrule
We will deal mildly with your case.
The Mayor.
Away—away with you! time flies!
The Sexton.
To boat, to boat, whoever's wise!
