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OW I remember cleaning that strange picture! . . . I had been deep in duty for my sick neighbour— His besides my own—over several Sundays, Often, too, in the week; so with parish pressures, Baptisms, burials, doctorings, conjugal counsel— All the whatnots asked of a rural parson— Faith, I was well-nigh broken, should have been fully Saving for one small secret relaxation, One that in mounting manhood had grown my hobby.