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 May be ſo, and may be not, replied honeſt Robert; but I tell thee once more dame, do not envy others. The rich, my good woman, ſeldom have ſuch a hearty appetite to their food as labour gives us, and I much queſtion whether their ſleep is ſo ſound. God knows beſt what is good for all his creatures —Do not murmur, Peggy, left it ſhould tempt him to take away ſome of the comforts he has been ſo good as to beſtow on us. For my part, I would not change thee for the grandeſt lady in the world; though, I ſuppoſe, you had rather be a Ducheſs, or ſo, than a poor labourer's wife?—Not unleſs you could be a Duke, replied ſhe. I fear, ſaid Robert, I ſhould make but a Rum Duke; and while I have hands to labour, a good clean wife to make home comfortable, and dear little children to divert me with their prattle, I want no more in this world. There is a better world to come you know, which will laſt for ever, than what ſignifies a few years of toil and trouble. Poor as we are, there is a crown of glory laid up in heaven for us, if we will but do our duty—Think of that Peggy; ſo come, lay hold on my arm; give me the things to carry, and let us jog forward. Juſt as ſhe was going to comply with his deſire, the phaeton returned empty, with the horſes in full ſpeed, and in an inſtant it was overturned by a bank, and broke to pieces. Robert and his wife concluded that a misfortune