In the world in which we are living there’s plenty to do and to know,
And there’s always something to hope for, till its time for us to go.
Despair is the vilest of words, unfit to be said or thought,
Whether there is a God and a future state or not.
If you really are such a wretch that you’re quite unfit to live,
And ask my advice I’ll give you the best that I have to give.
Drown yourself by all means; I was wrong and you were right;
I’ll not pull you out any more; but be sure you drown yourself quite.
The St. James’s Gazette. November, 1881.
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