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 "He brought me berries from the vine, He gathered daisies nice and sweet; But on the flowers I could not look,  The blackberries I could not eat.

"Oh, turn, I said, and drive me home, Each object gives my heart a pain, And let me in my chamber hide,  And never see a coach again."

Now, dear Melinda, do you wish That you was Jennie Wright, to ride In a new coach whene'er you please, And have a servant at your side?

MELINDA.

Oh, no, indeed; for now, mamma, I see how wicked I have been; You spoke most truly when you said That envy was an odious sin.

Poor Jennie Wright! how very strange That I should think her proud or vain; How wicked and unkind it was For me to envy little Jane.

I shall feel thankful I can walk Whene'er I chance a coach to meet; Nor envy those again who ride, So long as I can use my feet.