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THE Rev. Samuel Popplecockle ought never to have been a clergyman, and no one realised it better than did he himself.
It was not that he was not a good little man--he was only 5 ft. 4 in. in his boots--for he was good and moral in all respects. In all his life he had only kissed one girl, and she his wife. He drank only water, tea, and big glasses of milk, and he had never had a penny on a horse. He was good tempered too, kind-hearted, and in every way inoffensive. The mistake was he had taken orders, not as a calling, but just as a pleasant and not over-laborious way of earning his living.