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DR. J. ABBOTT NILE; RUMFORD FALLS.

THE doctor; he who cures our ills Makes twice as strong appeal When he, from practice spares the time To give for public weal. In town affairs, a vital force In taxes and police In Board of Trade in divers ways, His efforts never cease. A man of human instincts, he A social man—the best; An Elk, a Mason—other goats He's ridden with the rest. Along old Oxford's hills, he drives For many a weary mile— Androscoggin hurries on So runs this Western Nile.