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Tho * he might lose , in moments rash , Hife temper—seldom lost his cash . Always , in short , he was penurious , Choleric often—sometimes furious . Th * aforesaid Rufus having made A competency by his trade ,
( He was a coppersmith at Deptford , ) Resolved the whole concern to drop , To sell the good-will of his shop , At the first offer he could get for % Retire to Bath , and take it coolly .
This was no easy matter truly To one so hot and so unruly , Especially at Bath in summer weather , Where , in a pit of chalk confined , The gasping dwellers , half calcined , Smoulder , and smoke , and smother altogether .
But he kept his intent , and thither he went , And a house he took with a dashing look , White front , green door , and a large brass knocker , And at Auction and Mart he bought furniture smart , All new and untarnished , and painted and varnish'd , Which occasioned him often to go to his locker . « In quarrels entangled , he wrangled and jangled , But still , in a month , he had paid all the bills , Tho' it made him excessively red in the gills .
So Rufus sate in his parlour down , And he said with a smile ( 'twas a very long while Since his phiz had been seen to relax from a frown , )
" Thank Heaven I I owe not a soul a crown : This inroad of daily duns will cease , And my money and I will be left at peace . " But mortal hopes are vain , alack ! After a knock—a single one , That sounded very like a dun , Enter ed a decent man in black , Who , bowing , from his pocket drew
A paper—gave it , smoothed his pate , And then demanded three pounds two , Th' amount of his apportion'd rate For the new Church , which , he repeated , With two rates more would be completed . " Church Rates I "—cried Rigge with puffing cheeks , " I hav ' n ' t yet been heire five weeks : — I am , moreover , a Dissenter , And neither new nor old Church enter . " He wouldn ' t pay it—that he swore ~*~ Nay—he did more ,
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: 262 Church Rates .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 1, 1837, page 262, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1836/page/37/
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