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"My sister could not long support
The hardship of her fate;
She left this miserable world
And sought a happier state.
"Since then I have mourn'd my heavy lot;
Alone, without relief,—
I have no friend to pity me
Or listen to my grief.
"My mistress lives in wealth and ease,
From want and sorrow free;
She never knew what labor was,
Nor can she feel for me.
"I work from morn till night, and try
To please her all the while,
And think sometimes I'd give the world
Just for one pleasant smile.
"But every day I give offence,
In spite of all my care;
And cruel words from day to day,
It is my lot to bear."
MINNIE.
Oh, how I pity Peggy Hill!
Her case is sad indeed;
