THE IRONY OF IT.

Auckland Star, Volume XLIV, Issue 225, 20 September 1913, Page 16

THE IRONY OF IT.

She goes to church to hear ,th* P^** pr-ay— . . ■* - ■;/'i^ ,^ My Lady, who owns mansions 1* O* town; • . ';•',- She asks her God to wash heretn»»*»* And caet His blessing down; || £ She listens to the good man* **>&& :.*fj Yet begs no help for sinners to .ttf-»f^' Upon the bench In front die 60* , ** head— -LJm With every movement one 6e*t» J" o, * silk; . '■'+,:'■ Her face betokens she Iβ highly W& ; Her skin is soft as milkTo prove to all her riches end hir***!*.! Sh& drops her usual sixpence in . Slowly the parson's voice arluei Thine enemy, and trim the other.**** 1 My Lady lifts her eyes to Heaven »**«•■?.'. .... But let us pass a. week--v •.-'" We find her drinking tea, and gostJp!«« : "What! Uke Miss Brown? I hatetteM" , ful thing.'" Again, in low, dull tones the prU* " heard: . : •„,•£> "God made the land and sea; each t»», each part .-: •jjji-' ■Should bear a reTerence; if we birttsm O cleanse each heart." ■ I She wears a dead bush-bird upon bet »*, But then, of course, she never tUinla w>. that: ' .• ■'•-■ .>g Devonport B. L. B l **;^