Recantation

It was, of course, occupied and under Republican control.

And I thought with that, we would start to see Democrats slowly start to recant.

or distance themselves from their previous voting record.

Because again, remember, going into this election, President Trump's most effective campaign or commercial or advertisement that he ran on was Kamala Harris is for they, them, Donald Trump is for you.

And who lately died at Oxford Full of years and honours Another well-known clergyman in those days Was the Reverend Mr Moss Who was afterwards vicar Of Walton For so many years His share of the drum ecclesiastic Was decidedly The drumstick But although A very moderate Performer In the pulpit He had a very good standing in society And was very much liked In his own set Not over witty himself Never was man The cause So much wet in others And often At his own expense He was known In his own circle As old England Because He expected every man To do his duty That is He never met a brother clergyman By any chance Without seizing upon him And asking him If he could do His duty On the next Sunday In allusion To his Convivial qualities And bad preaching Somebody once said of him that He was better in the bottle than in the wood This gave him such dreadful offence that he positively consulted his lawyer on the subject of prosecuting the impious blasphemer for a libel.

The answer to his inquiry was a hearty laugh on the part of the solicitor himself With an Intimation that he would Be laughed out of court also Amidst a shower of jokes about the poet's description Of the Oxonians of that day Steeped in old Prejudice And older Port And be poked with all sorts of fun About canting Recanting And decanting The Decanter triumphed Although it was A strong allusion to the original offending joke And the idea of a prosecution Was abandoned Mr Moss Had an intense horror of all sorts of innovations And in the case of the first railway That between Manchester and Liverpool This feeling was greatly increased by the fact Of his being a large shareholder in a certain canal Which might be affected by its success He was in a fever of excitement and almost raved whenever the subject was mentioned in company He long clung to the notion That the accomplishment of the line Was impossible and fabulous He magnified Every difficulty Dwelt upon every obstacle And concluded Every Harangue On the question With the triumphant exclamation But never mind They cannot do Chatmoss will stop it Chatmoss will stop it This was said in allusion to that great bogey waste So called which for so long a time Did really battle with the baffle The skill And efforts of the engineers On one occasion when our friend had been Holding forth in his Usual strain And finished with a look of defiance at All around him Chatmoss will stop it Mr Thomas Croother Who was one of the party quietly answered Depend upon it your chat moss will stop it This to us Is the purest essence of wit And very Ni plus Altruism of it The force of humour can no further go Like Pitt's Description of what a battle should be It is sharp short and decisive It is brilliant pointed telling There is a joke of Almost a similar kind In Boswell's life of Johnson I told him Writes the former Of one of Mr Burke's playful Sallies Upon Dean Marley I don't like The deanery of ferns It sounds so Like A baron title Dr Heath Should have it Said I Johnson Laughed And condescending To trifle in the same mood of conceit suggested Dr Moss But the wit here is Overdone And wire drawn Until it becomes forced heavy and exhausted Crother's Extempore Retort Beats the laboured efforts of Burke Boswell and Johnson All put together As it bursts forth Sparkling glittering dazzling on the spur of the moment depend upon it Your chat moss Will stop it We treasure a good thing When we hear it And love To embalm it Mr Croother The author of this unrivalled Witticism Had a twinkle about the eye which seemed to say for him That he had Many a shot in the locker Of equal calibre and ready for action We did not know Much of him ourselves But we Have always Been told that his stories of humor and wit Were as rich As they were inexhaustible The specimen Or as men say in liverpool the sample Which we Have given amply justifies Such an opinion We must not forget to mention in connection with the reverend G H Percy That of the sons of liverpool Worthies under his care In 1804 And who Thumbed their Lexicons With redoubled zeal When promised a holiday to witness the marching and countermarch of the brave army Before his royal Highness Prince William of Gloucester In Moslake fields or Bank Hall sands Where are these now The following although In the Sear and yellow leaf Are still Fit for active service W C Ritson E Molyneux Thomas Brandreith F Heywood R W Preston And James Boardman The Reverend James Aspinall Rector of Althorpe Lincolnshire Was Also Long A favourite pupil of the Reverend Patriarch End of chapter nineteen Of Liverpool a few years since By James Aspinall

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And I bethink me of an ancient purgation of mythological error which was devised not by Homer, for he never had the wit to discover why he was blind, but by Stesichorus, who was a philosopher and knew the reason why.

And therefore, when he lost his eyes, for that was the penalty which was inflicted upon him for reviling the lovely Helen, he at once purged himself, and the purgation was a recantation which began thus: "False is that word of mine.

The truth is that thou didst not embark in ships, nor ever go to the walls of Troy." And when he had completed his poem, which is called The Recantation, immediately his sight returned to him.

Now I will be wiser than either Stesichorus or Homer, in that I am going to make my recantation for reviling love before I suffer.

And this I will attempt, not as before, veiled and ashamed, but with forehead bold and bare.

They all stand ceremoniously, looking at Timon

Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown: But where there is true friendship there needs none.

Pray, sit.

More welcome are ye to my fortunes Than my fortunes to me

Wherefore I must have a purgation.

And I bethink me of an ancient purgation of mythological error which was devised not by Homer—for he never had the wit to discover why he was blind—but by Stesichorus, who was a philosopher and knew the reason why; and therefore when he lost his eyes—for that was the penalty which was inflicted upon him for reviling the lovely Helen—he at once purged himself; and the purgation was a recantation which began thus: False is that word of mine; the truth is that thou didst not embark in ships, nor ever go to the walls of Troy.

And when he had completed his poem, which is called the Recantation, immediately his sight returned to him.

Now I will be wiser than either Stesichorus or Homer, in that I am going to make my recantation for reviling love before I suffer.

And this I will attempt, not as before, veiled and ashamed, but with forehead bold and bare.