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 One is saying, "Now I told you,— Though I do not mean to scold you— From the first, that women-preachers I did not receive as teachers I warned you if that man and wife Should come here it would breed some strife. She'd look better darning stocking; Or the cradle to be rocking. She should read the Apostle Paul, Who bids women, 'Silence all!" But, I never saw one like her. When a Scripture thought does strike her, Her tongue knows not any balking— Never knows when to stop talking " "Well, I think he's little better, Or I'm sure he'd never let her Thus appear before the public. That, I think, is good, plain logic. But, no sooner her flight ended, Than his mouth becomes distended. And his metaphysics blended. And, with his fine talk commended. And his thoughts are so connected, And his fine words so inflected, And his pathos so directed, And his flashes unexpected. That, in truth, before you know You are saying, Amen! to it. That's how John Blake got his notions,— Led astray through his emotions." "Well," said one. "Now let me tell you, It's a pity this befell you.