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God bless ’ee, Master Carol, God bless ’ee. Aye, I don’t know how to say it often enough, when I think it’s all along o’ the blessed truth you taught me I’m free of the rheumatiz. I met Farmer Stubbins on my way, and he says, ’Why, Higgs, you’re walking along quite spry. What’s become o’ your rheumatiz?’ ’Gone, thank the Lord,’ says I, ’never to return.’ ’Oh! and what may you have done to get rid of it?’ he asks, being crippled himself with the same. ’I ain’t done nothing,’ I replied. Then I says, ’Farmer Stubbins, you and me was boys together, and we sang in the village choir. Do you mind there’s a verse in the Psalms--aye, we’ve sung it many a time; but we just didn’t think o’ the words--it was the music we thought about. He sent His word and healed them.