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go for to strike ine! O that I should ever see the day !--you cruel, unkind Oh! oh!

(Covers her face with her apron, sobs, and cries; and ho stanuls looking at her sheepishly. A long pause.

DICK—(in great agitation.) Eh, why! women be made of eggshells, I do think. Why, Meg, I didn't hurt you, did I ? why don't you speak ? Now, don't you be sulky, come; it wasn't much. A man is but flesh and blood, after all; come,

I say—I'll never get into a passion with you again to my dying day—I won't come, don't cry; (tries to remove the apron ;) come, kiss, and be friends. Won't you forgive your own dear Dick, won't you ? (ready to cry) She won't !—Here, here's the

money, and the purse and all-take it, do what you like with it. (She shakes her head.) What, you won't then? why, then, there—(throws it on the ground.) Deuce fetch me if ever I touch it again! and I wish my fingers had been burnt before ever I took it, so I do! (with feeling.) We were so happy this morning, when we hadn't a penny to bless ourselves with, nor even a bit to eat; and now, since all this money has come to us of a suddent, why, it's all as one as if old Nick himself were in the purse. I'll tell you what, Meg, eh! shall I ? Shall I take it back to the lady, and give our duty to her, and tell her we don't want her guineas, shall I, Meg? shall I, dear heart ?

(During the last few words MARGERY lets the apron gall from her fuce, woks up at him, und smiles.

DICK.

Oh, that's right, and we'll be happy again, and never quarrel more.

MARGERY.

No, never! (they embrace.) Take it away, for I can't bear the sight of it.

DICK.

Take it you then, for you know, Meg, I said I would never touch it again; and what I says, I says—and what I says, I sticks to.

[Pushes it towards her with his foot.

MARGERY.

And so do I: and I vowed to myself that I wouldn't touch it, and I won't.

(Kicks it back to him.

DICK

How shall we manage then? Oh, I have it. Fetch me the tongs here. (Takes up the purse in the tongs, and holds it at arm's length.) Now I'm going. So, Meg, if you repent, now's the time. Speak-or forever hold your tongue.

MARGERY.

Me repent ? No, my dear Dick! I feel, somehow, quite light, as if a great lump were gone away from here.

(Laying her hands on her bosom

DICK.

And so do I; so come along. We never should have believed this, if we hadn't tried ; but its jus“ what my old mother used to say—Much COIN, MUCH CARE.*

* It need hardly be nhserved that this little trifle was written exclusively for young 11318, to wbum the style was adapited. The subject is imitated from one of Théodore Loclery's Proverbes Dramatiques.

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NEMOIRS

ILLUSTRATIVE OF ART.

What if the little rain should say

“So small a drop as I Can ne'er refresh the thirsty plain,

I'll tarry in the sky ?”

What if a shining beam of noon

Should in its fountain stay, Because its feeble light alone

Cannot create a day?

Doth not each raindrop help to form

The cool refreshing shower ? And every ray of light to warm And beautify the flower ?

AKON

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