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 The man drove slow, that Miss might view The charming prospect all around; How proud she felt that she could ride, While we were walking on the ground!

We all ran off and left the coach, But while we gathered flowers for you, Mamma, the servant followed us, For Miss must have some daisies too.

She seemed resolved to let us know That she could have just what she pleased, Then the new coach whirled off, and so I really hope her mind was eased.

What was it, ma, that vexed me so And spoiled the pleasure of the day? I should have had a charming walk If that old coach had kept away.

MOTHER.

'Twas envy, child, an odious sin, That springs from ignorance and pride; You grieved to see another taste Enjoyments to yourself denied.

That little Miss you envied so Lived six long months in constant pain,