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284 Each passer must worship before Nepomuck, Who to die on a bridge chanced to have the ill-luck. When once a man with head and ears A saint in people's eyes appears, Or has been sentenced piteously Beneath the hangman's hand to die, He's as a noted person prized, In portrait is immortalised. Engravings, woodcuts, are supplied, And through the world spread far and wide. Upon them all is seen his name, And every one admits his claim; Even the image of the Lord Is not with greater zeal adored. Strange fancy of the human race! Half sinner frail, half child of grace, We see Herr Werther of the story In all the pomp of woodcut glory. His worth is first made duly known, By having his sad features shown At every fair the country round; In every alehouse, too, they're found. His stick is pointed by each dunce; "The ball would reach his brain at once!" And each says, o'er his beer and bread: "Thank Heaven, that 'tis not we are dead!"

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a town where parity According to old form we see,— That is to say, where Catholic And Protestant no quarrels pick, And where, as in his father's day, Each worships God in his own way, 