You cannot, you shall not, Ann, make me believe that your finches are better than my gold; for if your's make wings and fly away, mine does not. It often gets out of sight, and sometimes seems to have lost credit, and not to pass and repass as current coin; but when the dross that adheres to it is purged off, it goes again as current as ever, and will as long as a bill of exchange is to be found in God's bank-book.
Last Saturday I was in the furnace. Come and breakfast with me on Wednesday morning and dine also, and let us compare notes and see who gets most – I that earn by hard labour, or you that sit in idleness to see me work.
THE COALHEAVER.
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