“> A Tragic Story
> --- William M. Thackeray
> There lived a sage in days of yore,
> And he a handsome pigtail wore;
> But wondered much, and sorrowed more,
> Because it hung behind him.
> He mused upon this curious case,
> And swore he'd change the pigtail's place,
> And have it hanging at his face,
> Not dangling there behind him.
> Says he, "Ah, the mystery I've found--
> I'll turn me round,"
> --he turned him round;
> But still it hung behind him.
> Then round and round, and out and in,
> All day the puzzled sage did spin;
> In vain--it mattered not a pin--
> The pigtail hung behind him.
> And right, and left, and round about,
> And up, and down, and in, and out
> He turned; but still the pigtail stout
> Hung steadily behind him.
> And though his efforts never slack,
> And though he twist, and twirl, and tack,
> Alas! Still faithful to his back,
> The pigtail hangs behind him.”
“Seeing therefore it remaineth that some must enter therein, and they to whom it was first preached entered not in because of unbelief: / Again, he limiteth a certain day, saying in David, To day, after so long a time; as it is said, To day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts.”
“And the city shall be accursed, even it, and all that are therein, to the LORD: only Rahab the harlot shall live, she and all that are with her in the house, because she hid the messengers that we sent.”