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St. Peter was silent. With head bent down He raised his hand and scratched his crown, Then seeming a different thought to take, Slowly, half to himself, he spake: "Thirty years with that woman there? No wonder the man hasn't any hair! Swearing is wicked. Smoke's not good. He smoked and swore -- I should think he would. Thirty years with that tongue so sharp? Ho! Angel Gabriel! Give him a harp! A jeweled harp with a golden string! Good sir, pass in where the angels sing! Gabriel, give him a seat alone -

• One with a cushion up near the throne!

Call up some angels to play their best, Let him esnjoy the music and rest! 'See that on finest Ambrosia he feeds. He's had about all the hades he needs It isn't just hardly the thing to do To roast him on earth and the future too" They gave him a harp with golden strings, A glittering robe, and a pair of wings, And he said as he entered the Realm of Day, Hell, this beats the Devil, anyway!" And so the Sccriptures had come to pass That "The last shall be first and the first shall be last." Joseph Bert Smiley.