THROUGH FINLAND, 
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which empties itfelf near to it in the gulf of Bothnia. That river 
is alluded to in the foregoing tale. 
Chriftmas is a feafon of leifure with the peafants of Finland, as 
I pleaded I was far from home, 
To Uleaborg on bus’nefs come, 
And that I brought with me this meat, 
That I in town might of it eat; 
Not paying merchants for my fleeping, 
I wou’d not they fhou’d pay my keeping. 
Howe’er my veal he took, don’t doubt it. 
And I was fain to go without it. 
When I came home my wife did fcold ! 
Two days her tongue fhe wou’d not hold; 
She call’d me fool and filly elf. 
Said none was dup’d fo as myfelf: 
You are (at laft fhe faid) fo hafty, 
Give him your veal! give a cat-pafty ! 
Stop there, dear wife, and fay no more. 
You won’t mend that, talk for an hour. 
The words which fhe that moment faid, 
Had put a thought into my head, 
A trick to play this faid Commis , 
And ferve him worfe than he ferv’d me. 
So pufs I took, and made her fit, * 
To put in pafte, or fix on fpit: 
But wou’d you think, my fimple wife 
Seeing our cat depriv’d of life, 
Begg’d that the fkin I’d let her take, 
Lining for her pelice to make. 
What! I exclaim’d, in angry fit. 
You are for giving a tit-bit; 
Pufs without fkin, fhou’d I now bake, 
The Commis for a hare will take; 
And our Paldamo’s good things more 
Grow fond of than he was before: 
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