HANNAH MORE.
This piece should be spoken in a simple, unaffected conversational manner; still it admits of much quiet emphasis, and subdued irony:
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S at their work two weavers sat,
Beguiling time with friendly chat,
They touched upon the price of meat,
So high, a weaver scarce could eat.
"What with my brats and sickly wife,"
Quoth Dick, "I'm almost tired of life;
So hard my work, so poor my fare,