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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 Fathernever
