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Epitaph To The Memory Of A Worthy Man, The Rev. Mr. Sleep, Curate Of Kingswear Church, Devon, Whose Devotional Elocution Was Remarkably Impregnated With Soporific Qualities.

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Epitaph To The Memory Of A Worthy Man, The Rev. Mr. Sleep, Curate Of Kingswear Church, Devon, Whose Devotional Elocution Was Remarkably Impregnated With Soporific Qualities. Reader! since Parson Sleep is gone, And lies beneath yon humble stone, Whene'er to Kingswear Church we go, Holy the sabbath-day to keep (Indeed 'tis right it should be so), We never more shall go to sleep.

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