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The St. Louis Republic., 1900-06-24
ALBERT PIKE OF ARKANSAS, SOL
DER, POET AND MASON. ~ ~ ~ ~
IN

vNher biographical sketch OF her father,
Mrs Lillian Pike Roome OF Washington
x,yes q short history of the career Of an
Interesting personality. General Pixies
poems have been collected and puoiished
recently by Mr.. Allsopp CT Little Rock. Az
ter the title page this sentence, written by
ALBERT Pike. appears: when I am dead
wish my monument to be buildad cnly in
the hearts and memories OF my breIhren
of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite"
General Pike was born in Massachusetts.
Travelled through the Southwest. made his
home in Arkansas, then in Memphis. Tenn.
and finally in Washington. where he uied.
His name and his fame have been SO long
identified with the State of Arkansas that
he is usually called an Arkansas man. lie
won his first recognition in that State. and
che claims him for her OWN. Writing OF
his work. an Arkansas lady has said: His
name must necessarily stand at the head
of c1he list of Arkansas authors, for 1t was
In this State he composed nearly, If not
ell of his famous poems. and # was of
the State he loved so well he wrote and
sang with exceeding sweetness"
Albert Pike was born in Boston. Mass.
bn December q. 1863. writes his daughter
In her sketch His father died when he was
but a child, his mother was a woman OF
fine character. though somewhat austere in
her ideas OF training. Tho History OF Es-
sex County. Massachusetts,. has this TO say
of his ancestors:
.'The Pixies. from the first settlement Of
the town OF Newbury, to which they came
pioneers with Parker and his followers in
1876 have been noted for intelligence. Hb-
crafty Of opinions and independence of ac-
ton. We should expect 10 find the descend
ants Of such men, what we have found
them, energetic. not appalled, at difficult
ties, determined for what was right In their
minds, md brave in defense OF their senti-
me;lts. Such was Nicholas Pike. the friend
of George Washington. and the planter Of
the liberty tree IN front OF his residence in
1775, tho branches OF which arch State
street to this day. Such was General Zeb-
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And was not called among the gifted
In the prayer-meeting of his neighborhood.
He had few old-fashioned words and
Linked in with sacred texts and Sunday
rhymes.
And 1 suppose that in his prayers and
graces
I've heard them at least a thousand
times.
1 see him now-his form, his face. his mo-
tions
His homespun habit and his silver hair.
And hear the language Of his trite devo-
tions
Rising behind the STRAIGHTFORWARD kitchen
chair.
/ can remember how the sentence sounded
Help us. o Lord. to pray and not to
faint"'
. And how the 'conQuering and to conquer"
rounded
The loftier aspirations of the saint.
He had some notions that did not improve
him;
He never kissed his chi!dren-so they say.
And finest scenes and fairest flowers would
move him
Less than horseshoe picked up on his
way.
He had 4 hearty hatred Of oppression.
And righteous word for sin of any kind.
Alas, that the transgressor and transsres-
sion
Were linked together in his honest mind
He could see naught but vanity in beauty.
And naught but weakness in fond
caress.
And pitied men whose views OF Christian
duty
Allowed indulgence in such fooishness.
, Yet, there were love and tenderness within
him.
And / am told that when his Charley
died.
Nor natures needs nor gentle words could
win him
From his fond vigils at the sleeper's side.
And when they came to bury little Charley,
They found fresh dewdrops In his hair; /;
And on his breast rosebud gathered early
And guessed. but did not know. who put
it there.
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The years creep slowly by Lorena.
The snow is on the Srass again.
The suns low down the sky. Lorena.
The frost CLEANS where the flowers have
been:
But the heart throbs as warmly now
As when the summer days were nigh.
Oh the sun can never dip so low
Adown affections cloudless sky.
A hundred months have passed. Lorena.
Since last I held that hand in mine.
And felt that pulse beat fast. Lorena,
Tho mine beat faster far than thine;
A hundred months-'twas fiowery May,
When up the hilIy slope We climbed.
To watch the dying of the day.
And hear the distant church bells
chimed.
We loved each other then, Lorena,
More than We ever dared to tell;
And what we might have been. Lorena,
Had bu. our lovings prospered we'll
But then twas past. the years are gone.
I'll not call up their shadowy forms.
I'll say to them. Lost years. sleep on.
Sleep on. nor heed life's pelting storm"
The story of that past. I.orena,
Alas. I care not to repeat
The hopes that could not last. Lorena,
They lived, but only lived to cheat.
/ would not cause cen one regret
To rank,e in your bosom now
For IF we try we may forget"
Were the words of thine long years ago.
Yes. they were words of thine, Lorena:
They burn within my memory vet.
They touch some tender cords. Lorena.
Which thrill and tremble with regret:
Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke.
Thy heart was always true TO me;
A duty. stern and pressing. broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee.
It matters little row. I.orena.
The past is in the eternal past,
Our hands will soon lie low. Lorena.
Lies tide is ebbing out so fast.
There Is future. Oh thank God.
OF life this IS SO small a part,
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod.
But there. up there. tits heart to heart.
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Cherry Ripe.

There is a garden in her face.
Where roses and white lilies blow;
a heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy.
Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry.
These cherries fairly do inclose
OF Orient pearl double row.
, Which. when her lovely laughter shows.
They look like rosebuds filled with snow
Yet them no peer NOR prince may buy.
Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry.
Her eyes like angels watch them still:
Her brows like bended bows do stand.
Threat'ning with piercing frowns TO kill
All that approach with eye or hand
These sacred cherries TO come nigh.
TIL cherry-ripe themselves do cry.
Richard Alison.
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Kirksville, NJ,

! Out of the focal and foremost fire!
Out of the hospital walls as dire,
Smitten of grapeshot and gangrene;
Eighteenth battle. and he, sixteen--
Spectre! such as you seldom see
Little Giffln of Tennessee,
Take him and welcome.' the surgeons
said
Little the doctor can help the dead
So We took him!-and brought him where
The balm was sweet in the summer air;
And We laid him down on a wholesome
bed
Utter Lazarus. heel to head!
And We watched the war with bated
breath;
Skeleton boy against skeleton death.
Months of torture, how many such.
Weary weeks of the stick and crutch;
And still a CLINT of steel-blue eye
Told of spirit that wouldn't die!
And didn't-nay, more!-in deaths despite.
The crippled skeleton learned to write!'
Dear Mother at first. Of ccurse-and
then,
Dear Captain; inquiring about the men.
Captains answer: 'Of eighty and five,
''Gifiin and 1 are left alive."
Word Of gloom from the war one day;
Johnston pressed at the 'front.' they say.
Little Giftin was up and away!
4 tear-his frs5-as he 6ade good-by.
''rll write. if spared" there was news Of
the fight,
But none of Giffiu! He did not write!
/ sometimes fancy that were king
OF the prlncely knights of the golden
ring.
With the song of the minstrel in mine
ear
And the tender legend that trembles here,
I'd give the best on his Blended knee
The whitest soul of my chivalry
Fos Little Giffin Of Tennessee!
IF. o. Ticknor
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Our Childhood.

'Tis sad yet sweet to listen to the south
winds gentle swell.
And think We hear the music our childhood
knew so well:
To gaze out on the even. and the boundless
fields of air,
And feel again our boyhoods wish to roam,
like angels there.
There are many dreams of gladnesS that
cling around the past,
And from the tomb of feeling cid thoughts
come thronging fast:
The forms we loved SO dearly In the happy
days now gone,
The beautiful and lovely, SO fair to look
upon.
Those bright and gentle maidens, who
seemed so formed for bliss.
Too glorious and too heavenly for such a
world as this
Whose dark. soft eyes seemed swimming in
sea OF liquid light.
And whose locks Of gold were streaming
DER brows SO sunny bright:
Whose smiles were like the sunshine in the
springtime of the year
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-06-24
LEGEND OF THE
PINE AND OAK.

From the Journal Of American Folk Lore.
MR.. PINE-TREE and Mr.. Oak-tres used
to be great friends and live In peace side
by side: well. Mr.. Oak-tres he got Jealous
Of Mr.. Pine-tree cause Mr.. Pine-tree he
keep his fine green clothes on all winter;
but Jest sure as cold weather come Mr.
Oak-tree's clothes they fade out a most
ugly sort of color and fall off, and that
make Mr.. Oak-tree jealous to see hisself
and his family with just a few faded old
clothes on their backs while his neighbor.
Mr.. Pine-tree and his family, stand up
proudful with all their fine green clothes
on.
Mr.. Oak-tree he grow more jealous year
by year. but he keep 1t all 70 hisself. case
Mr.. Oak-tree he don't know just what ne
going do about II.
One year the people was looking for a
place to have the camp-meeting. Now they
always have the camp-meeting on big grove
hill. where Mr.. Oak-tree and Mr.. Pine-tres
grow side by side. and Mr.. Oak-tree and
Mr.. Pine-tree. both powerful prideful.
case they have camp-meeting there.
But one time the people come. and in
stead of placing round the seats and
oreshin' up the grounds, they go bout
tearing everything up and toting them over
In the big pine grove. where Mr.. Pine-tree
live all by hissef.
Mr.. Oak-tree he hear the people talking
and they say 1t am much nicer in Mr.. Pine
trees house. case he have nice carpet
.
all covered with dirty old leaves.
WE'LL 1t nigh bout break Mr.. Oak-tree's
heart, that 1t do. deed and double deed 1t
do: and Mr.. Wind, he done see how Mr..
Oak-treo dropping and mourning, and Mr..
Wind he ask Mr.. Oak-tree what his trouble
Mr.. Oak-tree he tell Mr.. Wind all bout
IT. and Mr.. Wind he say to Mr.. Oak-tree:
Cheer up, cheer up!' and Mr.. Wind he
tell Mr.. Oak-tree how he going help him
get the best Of Mr.. Pine-tree. So all winter
Mr.. Wind every day. and all enduring the
night. be take the dirty old leaves from Mr.
Oak-trees floor and carry them all over
and spread them all over Mr.. Pine-tree's
fine carpet Mr.. Pine-tree he don't like 1t,
but he can't help hisself: cause what Mr..
Wind want to do he going to do IL, Mr..
Wind is.
But when camp-meeting time come, Mr.
Oak-tree he stand there. and he see the
people come and rake OF his leaves. what
Mr.. Wind done carry on Mr.. Pine-tree's
carpet.
Then Mr.. Oak-tree he say he can't bear II
no more and Mr.. Oak-tree he tell Mr.. Pine
tree how they can't live together no more:
and Mr.. Oak-tree he say, he will go to ths
plains and Mr.. Pine-tree can go to the
mountain; or he say: will Mr.. Pine-tree
take the plains and let Mr.. Oak-tree go to
the mountains Mr.. Pine-tree he low how
he will take the plains and let Mr.. Oak-tree
20 to the mountains; and Mr.. Pfne-tree he
go to the plains and Mr.. Oak-tree he take
the up country and they dom live together
no more But they still on the watch-out;
for when Mr.. Oak-tree leave neld. direct
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Giving in Marriage.

TO bear. to nurse, to rear.
To watch and then to lose:
To see my bright ones disappear,
I Drawn up like morning dews;
To bear. to nurse, to rear,
To watch and then 10 lose:
This have done when God drew near
Among His own to choose.
To hear. to heed, TO wed.
And with thy lord depart
In tears that he. as soon as shed,
VIII let no longer smart.
To hear. to heed. to wed,
This whilst thou didst smiled.
For Eow 1t was not God who said.
Mother. give ME thy child
o fond, o fool. and blind.
To God gave with tears;
But. when u man like grace would find,
My soul put by her fears.
o fond. o fool and blind.
God guards in happier spheres;
That man will guard where he did bind
Is hope for unknown years.
To hear. to heed. to wed.
Fair lot that maidenS choose.
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HOW Do I Love Thee?

HOW do I love thee? Let me count the
ways:
1 love thee TO the depth and breadth and
height
My soul can reach when feeling out OF
sight
For the ends OF Being ard ideal Grace.
love thee to the leyei Of each days
Most quiet need. by sun and candlelight.
love thee freely, as men strive for Right
love thee purely. as they turn from praise.
1 love thee with the passion put TO use
In my old sriefs. and with my childhood's
faith.
love thee with a love I seem to lose,
With my first saints-I love thee with the
breath.
Smiles. tears. Of all my life-and, II God
choose,
I shall love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
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pulses-in short. as any part OF his being
which is at least subjected TO the action of
the will.-Fenelon.
Shine out. fair sin. TIL have bought a glass.
That may see my shadow I pass.
Richard III
Airth cannot move q soul in agony.
Loves Labor Lost
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the
IIs that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in hi,
suit. Scott.
Let him go abroad TO distant country;
let him go to some place where he is not
known Don't let him go to the devil,
where he is known.-SamueI Johnson.
Upl up, my friend. and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double;
Up! uD! my friend. and clear your looks:
Why all this toll and trouble?
Wordsworth.
Superstition is related to this life, re-
iigion TO the next. superstition Is allied 10
fatality, religion to virtue; il Is by the vi
vacity of earthly desires that we become
superstitious; # is. on the contrary. by the
sacrifice of these desires that We become re-
iigious.-Iadame de Stael.
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most pine for thee:
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look On the sea
can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Wry. can i, or SO can any man:
But will they come when you do call for them?
Henry. W.
Hell is more bearable than nothingness.-
Bailey.
Speak gently, 'tis little thing
Dropn'd in the hearts deep well:
The good. the Joy. that it may bring
Eternity shall tell.
&c. w. Langfoyd
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my
strength, not my weakness.-Amos Bronson
Alco:t.
Sn all grief, find tongues: full casque, are evey
found
To give. II any. yet but little sound,
Deep waters roiseless are: and this We know,
That Gliding streams betray small depth below
-Herrick.
Builders. raise the ceiling high.
Raise the dome into the sky,
Hear the wedding song,
For the happy groom is near.
Tall Mars, and stateiier.
Hear the wedding songi -Sappho.
All, nothing comes to US too soon but sorrow.
Bailey.
i am not now in fortunes power:
He that Is down can fall no lower.
Butler.
There is workenan
That can bottle worken wei and hasti,is
This must be done at leisure parfatly
-Chaucer.
Peonle saIdon, imnrove vrb.n tb.x, h,y. 10
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LITTLE CLASSICS.

LITTLE CLASSICS.
- ROM Frightening nalds Of ether fair-ds-
closed.
Ia chnd o; ths Sun. resulgent Summer
comes
m srids Of youth and felt through Ma
ture's depth.
He-comes. attended by the sultry hours
And sAssa-fannins sreezes. on his way
Thomas Seasons
The production Of souls is the secret of
uIfafhomabls depth.-Victor Hugo.
And Jamie's after robins. and the man is making
hay.
And whistlins down the hollow goes the boy that
minds the mill,
while mother from the kitchen door Is calling
with WILL
':PolIy! Poliyi The cows are in the corn! Oh
where's Poy?" r.. W. Glider
Love. what hour. were thine and mine.
In lands Of palm and southern pine:
In lands of palm. and orange-blossom,
OF olive, aloe. and maize. and vine
-Tennyson.
But noble souls. through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
Tho stronger. -LcngfelloM.
Hesd not the night: q summer lodge amid the
Wild L. mine
'Tis shadowsd by the tulip-trse. its mantled by
the vine. Bryan.
And let him be sure to leave other men
their turns to speak.-Bacon.
Tns-pins is the mother of legends.
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me.
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet birds throat,
Come hither. come hither. come hither:
No enemy hsrs shall he see.
But winter and rough weather.
As You Like 1t.
Ie there a tongue like Delias DER her cup.
That runs for ages without winding up?
Young.
Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes. to the very end.
VIII The days journey take the whole long day !?
From morn to might. my friend. -.
Christina Rossetti.
He mouths a sentence as ours mouth
bone.-Churchiil.
Is there not some chosen curse
oCme hidden thunder in the stores Of heaven.
Red with uncommon WRATH to blast the man
Who owes his greatness TO his eountry's ruinf
Addison. 'Cato."
Fosnts. that but now in sunshine playd.
Il that congealing pang which seizes
The trusting bosom when betray'd.
Moore. ''I.alia Rookh.'
Stylei style; why, all writers will tell
you that 1t is the very thing which can
least OF all be changed. A mans style is
nearly as much . part OF him as his physi-
pgnomy, his figure. tho throbbing Of his
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OTHER VERSIONS
OF OLD FAVORITES.

To the Editor Of The Republic.
HAVING read the old Republican a halt
century ago. and probably most of the time
to some verses recently printed in your col
umns. and hope you will kindly yield me a
little space for the purpose.
First. permit me to tackle the immortal
Missouri classic, Joe Bowers" In a late
issue Of your Sunday paper I find this bal.
lad in eight verses. My amendment goes ia
the fifth and sixth verses. which, instead
of your correspondents version. as follows
When got to this here country.
hadn't nary red;
! had such wolfsh feelings
wished myself mcst dead.
AT length went to mining:
Put In my biggest ticks:
Came down upon the bowlders
Just like thousand bricks
worked both late and early
In rain and sun and srow:
But II was working for my Sally,
So twas all the same to ice.
made a very lucky strike
As the gold itself did tell.
For was working for my Sally.
The gal loved SO we'll
Should be rendered thus:
When got to that country.
hadn't nary red:
had such wol.ish feelings
wished myself most dead:
But the thought of my dear Sally
Soon made these fellows git
Ard WHISPERED hopes to Bowers
I wish 1 had 'em yit.
AT last I got to mining,
Put In my biggest Iicks.
Came down upon the bowlders
Just like a thousand bricks.
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I worked both late and early.
Through rain and mud and snow
] was working for my Sally
Twas all the same to Joe.

] was working for my Sally
Twas all the same TO Joe
The last four lines of the first verse given
above always considered the gem Of the
whole series. and IT is a wish to rescue this
gem from oblivion that prompts this ar
ticle.
Your contributors other verses I do not
here criticise, though they do not agree
altogether with my own recollection. 1t
should be borne in mind that am quoting
from memory only-a treasured memory OF
the early fifties. when I'VE boys used to
wake the echoes (and most everybody
else) about dear old Alton with Joe Bow
ers'' and other time-tried and dearly bs-
loved ballads.
Permit me now to refer to another an
cient and almost sacred melody-"The Cot.
tage by the Sea-" In a recent issue ap-
pear some verses sent to you by . corre-
spondent and labeled with this title The
first verse of this version follows:
Just one year ago to-day. love.
1 became your happy bride.
Changed mansion FOR 4 cottaGA
To dwell by the riverside.
You told me I'd be happy.
But happiness / see
For tonight am a widow.
In the cottage by the sea
CHORUS.
Alone. su alone by the seaside he left me
And no others bride I'll be.
For in bridal flowers decked ma.
In the cottage by tine sea.
This Is another Cottage" altogether from
the one i knew. While in this case as In
that OF Joe Bowers" I must depend en-
tirely upon memory, which takes me back
over the same fifty years. yet my grip on
the first verse of The Cottage by the Sea-
is a sure one. and give it herewith:
childhood's days now pass before mo
Forms and scenes OF long ago;
Like a dream they hover DER me.
Calm and bright evenings glow;
Days that knew shade Of sorrow,
When my young heart. pure and free,
Joyful hailed each coming morrow
In the cottage by the sea.
OF the remaining verses I have lost all
recollection. very much to my regret. Need
less TO say, 1t would give me great pleasure
to read again a genuine version Of the beau-
tifuI Cottage by the Sea-"
GEO. W. TUTHILL
st. Louis
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The Conquered Banner.
published by special request9

published by special request)
- URL that banner, for it's weary:
4, Round its staff tits dropping dreary:
r Furl It. fold it. it is best:
/ For there's not man to wave II.
And there's not q sword to save II,
And there's not one left to lave it,
In the blood which heroes gave X;
And its foes now scorn and brave II;
Furl 1t. hide it-iet 1t rest!
And the valiant hosts are scattered
Take that banner down. it's tatteredi
Broken is its staff and shattered;
Over whom it fioated high.
OIL tits hard for US to fold 1t;
Hard to think there's none to hold IT:
Hard that those who once unrolled It
Now must furl it with sigh.
FurI that bannerI furi 1t sadlyi
Once ten thousands hailed it gladly,
And ten thousands wildly. nadly.
Swore It should forever wave;
Exors that foeman's sword should never
Hearth like theirs entwined dissever.
Till that flag should float forever
O,er their freedom or their gravel
E1url IL for the hands that grasped it
And the hearts that fondly clasped 1t,
Cold and dead are lying low:
And that banner-it is trailingl
While around 1t sounds the wailing
Or1ts people IN their woe.
For, though conquered, they adore IL!
Love the cold, dead hands that bore 1t!
Weep for those who fell before it
Pardon those who trailed and tore It!
But, oh, wildly they deplore 1t.
Nov who furl and fold it SO.
Ftur1 that banner! True, it's CORY.
Yet It's wreathed around with glory,
And twill live in song and story.
Though its folds are in the dust;
For its fame On brightest pages.
Peuned by poets and by sages.
Shall 60 sounding down the ages.
Furl its folds though now We must.
Eurl that bannsr. softly. slowlyi
Treat it gently. It Is holy:
For 1t droops above the dead.
Touch It not, unfold 1t never,
Let 1t droop there. furled forever.
For its peoples hopes are dead!
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Thy tenderest mothers tenderest words are
said,
Thy face no more she views:
Thy mothers lot. my dear.
She doth in naught accuse;
Her lot to bear. TO nurse. to rear,
To love-and then to lose.
Jean Ingeiow.
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LORENA.

THE Republic wishes to thank the follow
ing persons for responses to requests for
poems: \. d. Phillips. Linneus. Mo-. for a
copy of "Lorena"; Captain Joseph Boyce.
St Louis for "Lorena": J. NJ. D.. Law
renee, Kas., for "Lorena"; Triny Tanner.
Bowling Green. Mo-. for a copy OF THE
Cottage by the Sea-: Mrs n. E. Fish. st.
Louis, for Little Giffin OF Tennessee"
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Old Daniel GRAY.

II shall ever win the homo in heaven
For whose sweet res; l humbiy pray,
In the great company of the forgiven,
/ shall be sure to find old Daniel Gray
Old Daniel Gray was not man who lift,
On ready words his weight of gratitud
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Iy hero come Mr.. Pine-tree. and whan Nh
Ptne-tree leave a field. sure enough up come
MI. Oak-tree; but they don't Live tosether
friendly like no more
The St. Louis Republic., 1900-06-24
REQUEST FOR ADDRESS.

IF the address of Major ]. McKinstry, who
was United States Provost Marshal of st.
Louis during the Civil War. is known
will Information please be for
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am not now In fortunes power:
He that is down can fail no lower
Butler.