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Bridget had been discharged. Extracting a five-dollar bill from her
wage-roll, she threw it to Fido. Then the shocked mistress heard her
exclaim: "Sure 'n' I niver fergit a frind; that's fer helpin' me wash
the dishes."
_See also_ Recommendations.
SERVICE
_Payment_
We pay too much with money, pay
Our debts with gold, and only gold--
Bestow a purse and turn away,
And think that song is bought and sold.
A queen paid Shakespeare for his wit,
And thought that was the end of it.
We pay too much with money, deem
A dollar can discharge a debt,
Or buy a dress, or buy a dream,
Perhaps a spray of mignonette.
The deft designer, what of her?
And who can pay a gardener?
We must pay money, and pay more--
The sustenance for daily need,
And then the larger payment for
The beauty dreamed, the planted seed--
With service pay for service, give
The larger things by which we live.
Each has his gift and each his art
That men for others must employ;
We must contribute each his part
To make the universal joy--
With service pay for service, pay
Each in his own, his destined, way.
--_Douglas Malloch_.
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