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THE RIVAL CURATES.
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He smoked and winked away—
 This Reverend Hopley Porter—
The deuce there was to pay
 At Assesmilk-cum-Worter.

And Hooper holds his ground,
 In mildness daily growing—
They think him, all around,
 The mildest curate going.

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