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S>6 THE MAN OF FEET ING.
was Tor fome time fufFered to continue in
thofe fentiments which her inftru&ions
had produced; but foon after, though
from refpeft to her memory, my father
did not abfolutely ridicule them, yet he
(hewed, in hisdifeourfe to others, fo little
regard to them, and at times, fuggefled
to me motives of a&ion fo different, that
I was focn weaned from opinions, which
I began to look on as the dreams of fu-
perflition, or the artful inventions of de-
figning hypocrify. My mother’s books
were left behind at the different quar¬
ters we removed to* and my reading
was principally confined to plays, no¬
vels, and thofe poetical defcriptions of
the beauty of virtue and honour, which
the cWlating libraries eafily afforded,
“ As I was generally reckoned hand-
fome, and the quicknefs of my parts
extolled by all our vifitors, my father
had a pride in (hewing me to the
world. I was young, giddy, open to
adulation.