The Cobbler and the banker
A cobbler passed his time in singing from morning till night;it was wonderful to see，wonderful to hear him;he was
more contented1 in shoes，than was any of the seven sages2.His neighbor，on the contrary，who was rolling in wealth，sung
but little and slept less.He was a banker;when by chance he fell into a doze3 at day-break，the cobbler awoke him with
sadly that Providence4，like edibles5 or
drinkables.Having at length sent for the songster，he said to him，"How much a year do you earn，Master Gregory?"
"How much a year，sir?"said the merry cobbler laughing，"I have reckon in that way，living as I do from one day to
another;somehow I manage to reach the end of the year;each day brings its meal."
"Well then!How much a day do you earn，my friend?"
"Sometimes more，sometimes less;but the worst of it is，-and，without that our earnings6 would be very tolerable，-a
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， of them in time of need."
The cobbler fancied he beheld7 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，，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， of his rich neighbor;"Give my back."
said he，"sleep and my voice，and take your hundred crowns."