SATURDAY NIGHT.
THE FIRESIDE. Slander. 'Twas but a breath — And yet the fair, good name was wilted. Apd friends once fond grew cold and stilted, And life was worse than death. One venomed word, That struck 'its coward, poisoned blow, In craven whispers, hushed and low — And yet the wide world heard. 'Twas but one whisper — one, That muttered low, for very shame, The thing the slander dare not name— ! And yet its work was done. A hit so slightj And yot so mighty m its power, A human soul m one short hour Lies crushed beneath its blight ! — Mrs Browning.
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Manawatu Standard, Volume IV, Issue 193, 12 July 1884, Page 2
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101SATURDAY NIGHT. Manawatu Standard, Volume IV, Issue 193, 12 July 1884, Page 2
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