Charles Lamb (Чарльз Лэм)

Penny Pieces

"I keep it, dear papa, within my glove."
"You do—what sum then usually, my love,
Is there deposited? I make no doubt,
Some penny pieces you are not without."

"O no, papa, they'd soil my glove, and be
Quite odious things to carry. O no—see,
This little bit of gold is surely all
That I shall want; for I shall only call
For a small purchase I shall make, papa,
And a mere trifle I'm to buy mamma;
Just to make out the change: so there's no need
To carry penny pieces, sir, indeed."

"O now I know then why a blind man said
Unto a dog which this blind beggar led,—
'Where'er you see some fine young ladies, Tray,
Be sure you lead me quite another way.
The poor man's friend fair ladies used to be;
But now I find no tale of misery
Will ever from their pockets draw a penny:'
The blind man did not see they wear not any."

1. The Sister's Expostulation on the Brother's Learning Latin
2. On the Lord's Prayer
3. David
4. Discontent and Quarrelling
5. Feigned Courage

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