"Is it not God's own word for our instruction ?" "Well, that may be, but I don't like so much of it," answered she.
"And I do not like so little of it as I see and hear from you," returned the man.
"Why, that book has taught me that it is an honour and comfort to be a poor man, and, by the blessing of the Spirit of God, I believe and feel it to be true.

I have, through mercy, always been enabled to get the bread of honest industry, and so have you; and though our children feed upon brown bread, and we cannot afford to buy them fine clothes, like some of our vain neighbours, to pamper their pride with; yet, bless the Lord, they are as healthy and clean as any in the parish.

Why then should you complain?
Godliness with contentment is great gain!" "An honour and a comfort to be a poor man, indeed! What nonsense you talk! What sort of honour and comfort can that be?
I am out of patience with you, man," the wife sharply cried out.
"I can prove it!" replied he.
"How ?" returned his partner, in no very pleasant tone of voice.
"My dear," said the good man, "hear me quietly, and I will tell you." "I think it an honour, and I feel it a comfort, to be in that very station of life which my Saviour Jesus Christ was in before me.

He did not come into the world as one that was rich and great, but as a poor man, who had not where to lay his head.

I feel a blessing in my poverty, because Jesus, like me, was poor.