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--that is, the Adam without a pocket,--and then the gentle violence of kindly Mother Church leads the poor man far from the fatal presence of his Gorgon wants, to consort him with meek-eyed Charity,--to give him glimpses of the Land of Promise,--to make him hear the rippling waters of Eternal Truth,--to feast his senses with the odours of Eternal sweets. Happy English poor! Ye are not scurfed with the vanities of the flesh! Under the affectionate discipline of the British Magi L.S.D.,--the
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tasking human muscles, banqueting on human heartstrings,--ye are happily rescued from any visitation of those worldly comforts that hold the weakness of humanity to life! Hence, by the benevolence of those who have only solid acres, ye are permitted to have an unlimited portion of the sky; and banned by the mundane ones who have wine in their cellars, and venison in the larder from the gross diet of beer and beef--ye are permitted to take your bellyful of the savoury food cooked for the Hebrew patriarch. Once a week, at least, ye are invited to feast with Joseph in the house of Pharaoh, and yet, stiff-necked generation that ye are, ye stay from the banquet and then complain of hunger!
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Shall there be no punishment for this obduracy? asks kindly Mother Church, her eyes red with weeping for the hard-heartedness of her children.
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Shall there be no remedy? she sobs, wringing her hands. Whereupon, the spotless maiden Law--that Amazonian virgin, eldest child of violated Justice--answers,