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 Bear with me a little—I mourn the "cherishers of my infancy."

I sometimes count it a blessing, that my Father did not prove the survivor. You know something of his story. You know, there was a foul tale current—it was the busy malice of that bad man, S, which helped to spread it abroad— you will recollect the active good nature of our friends W and T; what pains they took to undeceive people—with the better sort their kind labours prevailed; but there was still a party, who shut their ears. You know the issue of it. My Father's great spirit bore up against it for some time—my Father