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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Holy War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend!' . . . I tries to duck, but miss the bus.<br>'E sees me first, an' 'as me by the 'and.<br>'Young friend!' 'e sez; an' starts to make a fuss<br>At meetin' me. 'Why, this,' 'e sez, 'is grand!<br>Events is workin' better than I planned.<br>It's Providence that I should meet you thus.<br>You're jist the man,' 'e sez, 'to make a stand,<br> An' strive for us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'allow me to explain<br>But wot 'e 'as to say too well I knows.<br>I got the stren'th uv it in Spadgers Lane<br>Not 'arf an hour before'and, when I goes<br>To see if I could pick up news uv Rose,<br>After that dentist let me off the chain.<br>('Painless,' 'e's labelled. So 'e is, I s'pose.<br> I 'ad the pain.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend,' 'e sez. I let 'im 'ave 'is say;<br> Though I'm already wise to all 'e said <br>The queer old parson, with 'is gentle way <br>('E tied Doreen an' me when we was wed)<br>I likes 'im, from 'is ole soft, snowy 'ead<br>Down to 'is boots. 'E ain't the sort to pray<br> When folks needs bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeh'd think that 'e was simple as a child;<br>An' so 'e is, some ways; but, by and by,<br>While 'e is talkin' churchy-like an' mild,<br>Yeh catch a tiny twinkle in 'is eye<br>Which gives the office that 'e's pretty fly<br>To cunnin' lurks. 'E ain't to be beguiled<br>With fairy tales. An' when I've seen 'em try<br> 'E's only smiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'I am beset by foes.<br> The Church,' 'e sez, 'is in a quandary.'<br>An' then 'e takes an' spills out all 'is woes,<br>An' 'ints that this 'ere job is up to me.<br>'Yer aid - per'aps yer strong right arm,' sez 'e,<br>'Is needed if we are to rescue Rose<br>From wot base schemes an' wot iniquity<br> Gawd only knows.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the sorry tale. Rose, sick, an' low<br>In funds an' frien's, an' far too proud to beg,<br>Is gittin' sorely tempted fer to go<br>Into the spielin' trade by one Spike Wegg.<br>I knoo this Spike uv old; a reel bad egg,<br>'0o's easy livin' is to git in tow<br>Some country mug, an' pull 'is little leg<br> Fer all 'is dough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A crooked crook is Spike amongst the crooks,<br>A rat, 'oo'd come the double on 'is friends;<br>Flash in 'is ways, but innercint in looks<br>Which 'e works well fer 'is un'oly ends.<br>'It's 'ard to know,' sez Snowy, 'why Fate sends<br>Sich men among us, or why justice brooks<br>Their evil ways, which they but seldom mends <br>Except in books.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'You're known in Spadgers Lane.<br>You know their ways. We must seek out this man.<br>With 'er, pray'r an' persuasion 'ave been vain.<br>I've pleaded, but she's bound to 'is vile plan.<br>I'd 'ave you treat 'im gently, if you can;<br>But if you can't, well - I need not explain.'<br>('E twinkles 'ere) 'I'm growin' partisan;<br> I must refrain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do you mean stoush?' I sez. 'Fer if yeh do<br> I warn yeh that a scrap might put me queer.'<br>'Young friend,' sez 'e, 'I leave the means to you.<br>Far be it from the Church to interfere<br>With noble works.' But I sez, 'Now, look 'ere,<br>I got a wife at 'ome; you know 'er, too.<br>Ther's certin things I never could make clear<br> If once she knoo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I got a wife,' I sez, 'an' loves 'er well,<br>Like I loves peace an' quite. An' if I goes<br>Down into Spadgers, raisin' merry 'ell,<br>Breakin' the peace an' things account uv Rose,<br>Where that might land me goodness only knows.<br>'Ow women sees these things no man can tell.<br>I've done with stoush,' I sez. ''Ard knocks an' blows<br> 'Ave took a spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've done with stoush,' I sez. But in some place<br>Deep in me 'eart a voice begun to sing;<br>A lurin' little voice, with motives base…<br>It's ten long years since I was in a ring,<br>Ten years since I gave that left 'ook a swing.<br>Ten weary years since I pushed in a face;<br> An' 'ere's a chance to 'ave a little fling<br> With no disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Stoush? Stoush, young friend?' 'e sez. 'Where 'ave I 'eard<br>That term? I gather it refers to strife.<br>But there,' 'e sez, 'why quarrel with a word?<br>As you 'ave said, indeed, I know yer wife;<br>An' should she 'ear you went where vice is rife<br>To battle fer the right - But it's absurd<br>To look fer gallantry in modrin life.<br>It's a rare bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend,' 'e sez. An' quicker than a wink<br>'Is twinklin' eyes grew sudden very grave.<br>'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'I know jist wot yeh think<br>Uv 'ow us parsons blather an' be'ave.<br>But I 'ave 'ere a woman's soul to save <br>A lonely woman, tremblin' on the brink<br>Uv black perdition, blacker than the grave.<br>An' she must sink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, she must sink,' 'e sez. 'For I 'ave done<br>All that a man uv my poor parts can do.<br>An' I 'ave failed! There was not anyone<br>That I could turn to, till I met with you.<br>But now that 'ope 'as gone - an' 'er 'ope too.'<br>''Old on,' I sez. 'Just let me think for one<br>Brief 'alf-a-mo. I'd love a crack or two<br>At this flash gun.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Righto,' I sez (an' turns me back on doubt)<br>'I'm with yeh, parson. I go down to-night<br>To Spadgers, an' jist looks this Spike Wegg out.'<br>'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'be sure you've chosen right.<br>Remember, I do not desire a fight.<br>But if - ' 'Now don't you fret,' I sez, 'about<br>No vi'lince. If I'm forced, it will be quite<br>A friendly clout.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'if you go, I go too.<br>Maybe, by counsel, I may yet injuce<br>This evil man - ' 'It ain't no game for you,'<br>I argues with 'im. But it ain't no use.<br>'I go!' 'e sez, an' won't take no ixcuse.<br>So that's all fixed. An' us crusaders two<br>Goes down to-night to Spadgers, to cut loose<br>Till all is blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ow can Doreen make trouble or git sore?<br>(Already I can 'ear 'er scold an' so <br>But this ain't stoushin'. It's a 'oly war!<br>The blessin' uv the Church is on the job.<br>I'm a church-worker, with full leave to lob<br>A sacrid left on Spike Wegg's wicked jor.<br>Jist let me! Once! An' after, s'elp me bob,<br>Never no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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'E sees me first, an' 'as me by the 'and.
'Young friend!' 'e sez; an' starts to make a fuss
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