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LXXVII.

The poor dear Mussul_women_ whom I mention Have none of these instructive pleasant people, And _one_ would seem to them a new invention, Unknown as bells within a Turkish steeple; I think 'twould almost be worth while to pension (Though best-sown projects very often reap ill) A missionary author--just to preach Our Christian usage of the parts of speech.