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an angel in mine eyes, but I am ſorry, very ſorry to acquaint you that I am not a fit match for her, 'What, child,' says the old woman, there's not a fitter match in the world for my Polly: I did not think your country could afford ſuch a clever youth as what I heat of you to be; you ſhall neither want gold nor ſilver, nor yet 3 good horse to ride upon, and when I die you ſhall have my all. 'O but,' ſays Tom, mother, that's not the matter at all, the ſtop is this, when I was at home in Scotland, I got a ſtroke with a horſe's foot on the bottom of my belly, which has ſo quite diſabled me below, that I cannot perform a husband's duty in bed.' The old woman hearing this clapped her hands, and fell a-crying, '0! if it had been any impediment but that, but that, but that wofu' that! which gold nor ſilver cannot purchaſe, and yet the pooreſt people, even common beggars, have plenty of it.'-- The old woman and her daughter ſat crying and wringing their hands, and Tom ſtood and wept left he ſhould get no more money. 'O, mother,' ſays Polly, 'I'll wed with him nevertheleſs, I love him ſo dearly! No, no, you fooliſh girl, would you throw yourſelf away, to marry a man and die a maid! you don't know the end of your creation,