(For parsons Harris seems to have a craze),
And that letter told of many a little creature
Whose pa is much too poor to go to plays.
That parson said his youngster—O my brothers!—
Had complained in accents grim
That, though he was as poor as lots of others,
No lessee invited him.
“We are worse off than the children from the alleys”
(Thus the parson’s weeping boy);
“They can go in free and see the ‘spills’ and ‘rallies,’