Chapter 347 of 1414 · 85 words · ~1 min read

XXXV.

WRITTEN ON A PANE OF GLASS,

IN THE INN AT MOFFAT.

[A friend asked the poet why God made Miss Davies so little, and a lady who was with her, so large: before the ladies, who had just passed the window, were out of sight, the following answer was recorded on a pane of glass.]

Ask why God made the gem so small, And why so huge the granite? Because God meant mankind should set The higher value on it.

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