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up in his arms and carried lier to the aviar}'. The 

 gentle birds answered his call ; but the PouUr- 

 pigeona extended their breasts, and, with sullen 

 notes, strutted about. X little story followed, that 

 interested the child, and made her feel greatly 

 ashamed of her ill temper. l^Iany such lessons he 

 a'ave to the children in a series of stories, that 

 appeared later in one of the religious journals. 



He was the chief promoter of fun and frolic 

 among: the children ; often he would come home at 

 twilight, and before the lamps were ligJited, call to 

 the eager little people to join him in a Deer Hunt. 



He, as the swift old buck, took the lead in some- 

 what leap-frog fashion, and the children who repre- 

 sented the pack of hounds, followed in close pursuit. 

 Before lono- the tired deer was brouo'ht to bav ])v 

 one of the hounds jumping nimbly, on his back; 

 then, above the din, a hunter's horn would be heard, 

 to announce that the merry chase was at an end. 



This was the home so dear to the Pastor of St. 

 John's. 



To HIS SON-IN-LAW, John W. Audubon, in London. 



Charleston, August, 1837. 



My dear John : I suppose that by this time you 

 are hard at work doing something to keep want 

 from the home ; and this, they say, will keep the 

 little "God of Love" from flying out of the window. 

 Maria, I am sure, will be prudent and industrious. 

 Her education and habits are such as will, I think, 

 render her an assistant, as well as a blessing, to you. 

 A part of my boy Ws prayer every night is, that 



