Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens,   
When my estate was probated and everyone knew 
How small a fortune I left?-   
You who hounded me in life,   
To give, give, give to the churches, to the poor,
To the village!-me who had already given much.   
And think you not I did not know   
That the pipe-organ, which I gave to the church,
Played its christening songs when Deacon Rhodes,
Who broke the bank and all but ruined me,
Worshipped for the first time after his acquittal?