The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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And wished, like Mr. Wilberforce,
To _manumit_ her blacks. With Mr. Street she soon was sweet; The thing came thus about: She asked him in at home, and then At church, he asked her out! Assurance such as this the man In ashes could not stand; So like a Phoenix he rose up Against the Hand in Hand! One dreary night the angry sprite Appeared before her view; It came a little after one, But she was after two! "Oh, Mrs. B., O Mrs. B., Are these your sorrow's deeds, Already getting up a flame To burn your widows' weeds? "It's not so long since I have left For aye the mortal scene; My memory--like Rogers's-- Should still be bound in green! "Yet if my face you still retrace I almost have a doubt-- |
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