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XLII. Joseph and His Burden—Buck's Head

           Aman’stwicethemanafterwards.Youfeelsowarmandglorious,andyouwhopandslapatyourworkwithoutanytrouble,andeverythinggoesonlikesticksa-breaking.Toomuchliquorisbad,andleadsustothathornedmaninthesmokyhouse;butafterall,manypeoplehaven’tthegiftofenjoyingawet,andsincewebehighlyfavouredwithapowerthatway,weshouldmakethemosto’t."

           "True,"saidMarkClark."’TisatalenttheLordhasmercifullybestoweduponus,andweoughtnottoneglectit.But,whatwiththeparsonsandclerksandschool-peopleandserioustea-parties,themerryoldwaysofgoodlifehavegonetothedogsuponmycarcase,theyhave!"

           "Well,really,Imustbeonwardagainnow,"saidJoseph.

           "Now,now,Joseph;nonsense!Thepoorwomanisdead,isn’tshe,andwhat’syourhurry?"

           "Well,IhopeProvidencewon’tbeinawaywithmeformydoings,"saidJoseph,againsittingdown."I’vebeentroubledwithweakmomentslately,’tistrue.I’vebeendrinkyoncethismonthalready,andIdidnotgotochurcha-Sunday,andIdroppedacurseortwoyesterday;soIdon’twanttogotoofarformysafety.Yournextworldisyournextworld,andnottobesquanderedoffhand."

           "Ibelieveyetobeachapelmember,Joseph.ThatIdo."

           "Oh,no,no!Idon’tgosofarasthat."

           "Formypart,"saidCoggan,"I’mstaunchChurchofEngland."

           "Ay,andfaith,sobeI,"saidMarkClark.

           "Iwon’tsaymuchformyself;Idon’twishto,"Coggancontinued,withthattendencytotalkonprincipleswhichischaracteristicofthebarley-corn.

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