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Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens, / When my estate was probated and everyone knew / How small a fortune I left? --
You who hounded me in life, / To give, give, give to the churches, to the poor, / To the village! -- me who had already given much.
And think you not I did not know / That the pipe-organ, which I gave to the church, / Played its christening songs when Deacon Rhodes, / Who broke and all but ruined me, / Worshipped for the first time after his acquittal?