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LUTHER IN THE SHADES;
OR, THE DOCTORS OVER A DOUBTFUL SUBJECT.
“Sore is my grief,” cried Luther, with a frown;“My sorrow will not let me sleep nor sup,
Lest Johnny B--- should write me down,
And Johnny B--- fail to write me up!”
“Pshaw!” muttered Calvin, “leave the dogs their bone;
Rather rejoice in peace, my ghostly brother,
That you escape the potions of the one,
And can not hear the preachings of the other!’
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