One board should feed us and one roof contain.
But plead I will thy cause and I will pray;
And so farewell! Heaven help thee on thy way!"
"Scoundrel!" said Roger, (but apart;)—and told
His case to Peter;—Peter too was cold;—
"The rates are high; we have a-many poor;
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But I will think,"—he said, and shut the door.
Then the gay Niece the seeming pauper press'd:—
"Turn, Nancy, turn, and view this form distress'd;