'Here, here,' she cried, 'take this!'

O, no, indeed--I fear your 'ma
Would be offended, Miss.

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"'My 'ma! no, never! she delights
All sorrow to beguile;
And 'tis the sweetest joy she feels,
To make the wretched smile.

"'She taught me when I had enough,
To share it with the poor:
And never let a needy child
Go empty from the door.

[Illustration: The Church the Blackberry Girl went to.]

"'So take it, for you need not fear
Offending her, you see;
I have another, too, at home,
And one's enough for me.'

"So then I took it,--here it is--
For pray what could I do?
And, mother, I shall love that Miss
As long as I love you."

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