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Rh but what he gets by hard labour. Here comes a rich farmer, perhaps he will give you omething.

Good morning to you, Sir. Under yon tree its a poor woman in ditres, who is in need of your charity.

Is he not ahamed of herelf? Why don’t he work?

She has had a fever.—If you would but pay for one dinner—

The harvet has been but indifferent, and my cattle and heep have uffered by a ditemper.

My fat, miling face was not made for begging: you’ll have more luck with your thin, our one—o, I’ll leave you to yourelf.

Oh Providence! thou hat till this hour protected me, and hat given me fortitude not to depair. Receive my humble thanks, and retore me to health, for the ake of my poor on, the innocent caue of my ufferings, and yet my only comfort. [kneeling] Oh, grant that I may ee him once more! See him improved in trength of mind and body; and that by thy gracious mercy he may never be viited with afflictions great as mine. [After a paue] Protect his father too, merciful Providence, and pardon his crime of perjury to me! Here, in the face of heaven (uppoing my end approaching, and that I can but a few days longer