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Whunaby, if in your box you'll stay, I'll bring a candle, to let you see.

To light my fiscal to you and me!— Of it he'd soon make a pretty joke, By a glimpse, should he any thing smoke!— No—Let's do without help, when we can; I'll soon follow a much wiser plan, By which he shall neither see nor hear; Neither hall I in the scheme appear.— Shoes off, I'll steal to a room up stairs, I th' dark. (takes off his shoes)

But you've not yet said your prayers.

I'll not do that 'till guilt I renounce, And get a discharge for all at once; One long prayer will then clear the account, When we know, exact, the full amount.— (coming out of the Box.) Lud! I've cut my shins on these sharp coals!

So much good, from being found in such holes. Had you allowed me to bring a light, Your legs had still been heal, clean, and right.

I hear the grue, as ure's I'm alive!