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IN a North Country Town the other day, two farmers were discussing prices current, crops, and other matters of interest.  After some minutes conversation, one turned away with the grumbling manner so dear to an Englishman.
"Never saw anything like it.  What with bad harvests, and this everlasting rain giving no hopes of a better, and such keen competition as there is now, there's no chance for a man.  And, as if that were not enough, here is old GLADSTONE clapping another three-pence on the Income Tax."
"No !  no !  Three-half pence, old man, for the year,"  rejoined the other.  But "the extra charge doesn't bother me much."
"How's that ?  You have no greater income than I, and I know it bothers me."
"Well, I'll tell you how it is.  --  My expenses have been so much less this year than in other years, that I don't feel this fleabite in the income tax.  You know I have a big family of lads, and every year until the last, they have wanted a good rig-out in the way of clothes.  That cost a few sovereigns, as you are aware by your own experience, but this year they need no new ones at all.  Their last lot don't seem any worse for wear yet, they are like leather, and they were not dear to begin with."
"Why where on earth did you get such value for your money ?:
"At the   WIGTON CLOTHING FACTORY, and take my advice, my friend, trade there;  and you'll not care about the income tax.
A man becomes wealthy, not by what he gains, but by what he saves."