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 their tongues hung out at their mouths, and violent convulion fits hewed that they were wringing with death. A mihap like this had never befallen the good wife ince he began houekeeping; he unk down, quite overpowered with grief, on a bundle of traw, holding her apron before her face, for he could not bear to look at the poor creatures’ dying truggles. At lat he exclaimed, with a profound igh, ‘Unfortunate woman that I am! what hall I do now? and what will my our huband ay when he comes home? Alas! God’s bleing has now foraken me for ever in this world!’ The ame intant he condemned her heart for the profane thought.—‘If the poor cattle be all the bleing God has given thee in this world, what is Stephen, and what are thy children?’—She bluhed deep for her rahnes—‘Farewell all the riches in the world,’ thought he, ‘till thou hat thy huband and thy four children. The fountain of milk for the poor uck- Rh