number of days occur in the year on which we are forbidden to work;and the curate,moreover,is

constantly adding some

new saint to the list."

The banker,laughing at his simplicity,said,"In the future I shall place you above want.Take this hundred

crowns,preserve them carefully,and make use of them in time of need."

The cobbler fancied he beheld all the wealth which the earth had produced in the past century for the use

of

mankind.Returning home,he buried his money and his happiness at the same time,No more singin;he lost

his voice,the

moment he acquired that which is the source of so much grief.Sleep quitted his dwelling;and

cares,suspicions,and

false alarms took its place,All day,his eye wandered in the direction of his treasure;and at night,if some

stray cat

made a noise,the cat was robbing him.At length the poor man ran to the house of his rich neighbor;"Give

my back."

said he,"sleep and my voice,and take your hundred crowns."

一个皮匠从早到晚在唱歌中度过。无论见到他本人或听见他的歌声都使人觉得很愉快。他对于制鞋工作比

当上了希腊七对还要满足。

与此相反，他的邻居是个银行家，拥有万贯家财，却很少唱歌，晚上也睡得不好。他偶尔在黎明时分迷迷