Discontented Betty.
Onemorning as Betty sat milking her cow,And thinking as much as her time would allow,A neighbor came by who had known her for years,To whom Betty confided her cares and her fears.“Well, Betty, and how do you like your new place?”Said she, “you’re looking in very good case!”“Indeed,” replied Betty, “I never was worse,For I find I am expected to slave like a horse;By four in the morning I’m up at my work;(Then there is nothing to live on but cabbage and pork!)I’ve to wash, and to brew, and to dairy and bake,And eight or nine beds every morning to make,Besides keeping clean every place you can look in;But the greatest annoyance, by far, is the cooking!”Her friend, who had patiently heard all she said,Observed, with a sigh and a shake of the head—“Indeed, my dear Betty, contentment is wealth,Though you have plenty to do, you have excellent health;I assure you, (believe it or not as you please,)I had rather be you, making butter and cheese,Than the idle fine lady who lives at her ease!”
Onemorning as Betty sat milking her cow,And thinking as much as her time would allow,A neighbor came by who had known her for years,To whom Betty confided her cares and her fears.“Well, Betty, and how do you like your new place?”Said she, “you’re looking in very good case!”“Indeed,” replied Betty, “I never was worse,For I find I am expected to slave like a horse;By four in the morning I’m up at my work;(Then there is nothing to live on but cabbage and pork!)I’ve to wash, and to brew, and to dairy and bake,And eight or nine beds every morning to make,Besides keeping clean every place you can look in;But the greatest annoyance, by far, is the cooking!”Her friend, who had patiently heard all she said,Observed, with a sigh and a shake of the head—“Indeed, my dear Betty, contentment is wealth,Though you have plenty to do, you have excellent health;I assure you, (believe it or not as you please,)I had rather be you, making butter and cheese,Than the idle fine lady who lives at her ease!”
Onemorning as Betty sat milking her cow,
And thinking as much as her time would allow,
A neighbor came by who had known her for years,
To whom Betty confided her cares and her fears.
“Well, Betty, and how do you like your new place?”
Said she, “you’re looking in very good case!”
“Indeed,” replied Betty, “I never was worse,
For I find I am expected to slave like a horse;
By four in the morning I’m up at my work;
(Then there is nothing to live on but cabbage and pork!)
I’ve to wash, and to brew, and to dairy and bake,
And eight or nine beds every morning to make,
Besides keeping clean every place you can look in;
But the greatest annoyance, by far, is the cooking!”
Her friend, who had patiently heard all she said,
Observed, with a sigh and a shake of the head—
“Indeed, my dear Betty, contentment is wealth,
Though you have plenty to do, you have excellent health;
I assure you, (believe it or not as you please,)
I had rather be you, making butter and cheese,
Than the idle fine lady who lives at her ease!”
Whatboxes govern the world? The cartridge-box, the ballot-box, the jury-box, and the band-box.—New York Paper.