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burgh.Thosewhorememberhiskeen,intelligentface
willbewillingtoadmitthatnaturehadnotdealt
kindlybyhiminthematterofhiscomplexion,which
wasofthedirtygrayhueoneoftenseesinmenof
sedentaryhabits.Tohimentersoneday—letus
hopepriortohisfillingthecivicchair—PatAlexander.
"Well,Chambers,haveyoufoundthewoman;have
youfoundthewomanyouwereadvertisingfor?"
"Meadvertisingforawoman?Explainyourself,Mr.
Alexander;Idon'tlikejokesofthiskind.""All
right,keepcool;I'llletyouseetheadvertisement.
There,readitforyourself,"producingatthesame
timeamarkedfragmentfromtheScotsman.What
Chambersdidreadafteradjustinghisglasseswas,
"Wantedawomantowashchambers,"butbythetime
hehadgotsofar,Alexanderhaddisappearedround
thefirstcorner,andnodoubtkeptoutofhiswayfor
sometimetocome.AsIhavegivenastorytoillus-
tratethehumoroussideofhischaracter,itisonlyright
thatIshouldshowtheheightshewascapableofrising
tointheregionsofpoetry.Thefollowingstanzais
takenfromtheobituarynoticewhichappearedinthe
Scotsman:—
Cometomenow!0come!benignestsleep!
Andfoldmeup,aseveningdothaflower,
Frommyvainselfandvainthingswhichhavepower
Uponmysoultomakemesmileorweep.

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