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with are, just like you, really and rationally reli- 

 gious. My reverie over, I repeated to myself 

 some of our favourite sacred poetry, among 

 which, was Mrs. Barbauld's address to the Deity. 

 I then tried to recollect the various religious 

 books I had read since I came here ; and after- 

 wards I endeavoured to arrange the knowledge 

 which I had acquired not only from them but 

 from my uncle's conversations. 



While I was engaged in these reflections, my 

 aunt awoke, and having taken her medicine, she 

 desired me to read to her some of the Old and 

 New Testament ; and then, as she insisted on it, 

 I went out for a short time, leaving her maid in 

 the room. 



My mind, of course, dwelt on that good and 

 amiable aunt, to whom I owe so much ; and 

 every turn I made in the garden brought me to 

 some object that reminded me of the kind things 

 she had said to me in our walks, and the many 

 opportunities she had taken of giving my mind 

 a right direction. Her religion is always cheer- 

 ful, and she has the art of introducing little useful 

 reflections into common conversation, so as to 

 double the impression they make. Just where I 

 was then sauntering, she had said to me only a 

 few hours before she was taken ill, " You see that 

 the embryo plant contained in this seed will not 

 vegetate without heat and moisture and so, my 

 dear niece, our good dispositions, whatever they 



