[Illustration: THEN THE EPILEPTIC OCTOGENARIAN LET ME GO AND THE PAUPER LINE WENT IN BEFORE THE PARISH CLERK FOR THE CHARITY SHILLING] “_Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark; And the children’s souls, which God is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark._” --E. B. BROWNING…
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