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Mr. Pride?
Our very 'perfect' brethren, although they do not see it,
generally exhibit some glaring imperfection if you let
them talk for five minutes.
If you knock at the door to see if Mr. Pride
is at home,
you need not praise them long before he will show his
full-length portrait.
We are thankful for these brethren so far as they are saints,
for good people are scarce; but I wish they would not tell us
so much about their saintliness, for I have noticed the noisiest
thing that goes down the street is the dust-cart.
He who makes most noise about his own perfection has the least of it.
Let us be careful whenever we rise to the summit of the hill;
careful to stay up, careful that we so act when we are up,
that we do not come down with a crash.
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