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the fragrance of the beaution<br /> | the fragrance of the beaution<br /> | ||
Moss roses in the little gara<br /> | Moss roses in the little gara<br /> | ||
| − | before the house. | + | before the house.<br /> |
| + | <br /> | ||
| + | Yet <u>there</u> my precious time<br /> | ||
| + | was wasted -- there my false<br /> | ||
| + | views of life were nursed up<br /> | ||
| + | Our dear parents were strictly<br /> | ||
| + | moral -- we went to church<br /> | ||
| + | and learned catechisms--<br /> | ||
| + | but of the depravity of human<br /> | ||
| + | nature I had no knowledge<br /> | ||
| + | of vital religion we might be<br /> | ||
| + | said to be almost as <u>ignorant</u><br /> | ||
| + | as the heathen I had<br /> | ||
| + | inalted ideas of what human<br /> | ||
| + | nature might be- and aimed<br /> | ||
| + | with all my might to be what<br /> | ||
| + | I called good I read with<br /> | ||
| + | lagiruess? works of <u>fiction</u> loved<br /> | ||
| + | to dwell upon those characters<br /> | ||
| + | who were represented <s>l</s>as<br /> | ||
| + | overcoming all difficulties<br /> | ||
| + | by their own generosity of <br /> | ||
| + | heart and nobleness of mind | ||
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a Lady related ? the lots
Lady Elizabeth Whitbread
Mother of my beloved --
Mrs Naldegrave-- Burt of this
lady's fortune was expended
a purchase an estate in
Surry to be settled upon
herself and children
While we were yet young my
Father undertook to be
land stewart on to be Bailiff
of this estate -- we all removed
to the country & dwell in a
pretty collage on the border
of a romantic common
Even now the remembrance
is sweet and I seem to sink at
the fragrance of the beaution
Moss roses in the little gara
before the house.
Yet there my precious time
was wasted -- there my false
views of life were nursed up
Our dear parents were strictly
moral -- we went to church
and learned catechisms--
but of the depravity of human
nature I had no knowledge
of vital religion we might be
said to be almost as ignorant
as the heathen I had
inalted ideas of what human
nature might be- and aimed
with all my might to be what
I called good I read with
lagiruess? works of fiction loved
to dwell upon those characters
who were represented las
overcoming all difficulties
by their own generosity of
heart and nobleness of mind