u shouldest now listen. Thou hast
been saved from deadly peril--thou hast been rescued from the jaws of
death. Art thou not thankful? And to whom is gratitude most due, but
to thy heavenly Father, who hath been pleased to spare thee?"

"You are right," replied I; "then I pray you to read to me from the
Bible."

Susannah made no reply, but resumed her seat; and selecting those
chapters most appropriate to my situation, read them in a beautiful and
impressive tone.

PART THREE, CHAPTER NINE.

PRIDE AND LOVE AT ISSUE--THE LATTER IS VICTORIOUS--I TURN QUAKER, AND
RECOMMENCE MY OLD PROFESSION.

If the reader will recall my narrative to his recollection, he must
observe, that religion had had hitherto but little of my thoughts. I
had lived the life of most who live in this world; perhaps not quite so
correct in morals as many people, for my code of morality was suited to
circumstances; as to religion, I had none. I had lived in the world,
and for the world. I had certainly been well instructed in the tenets
of our faith when I was at the Asylum, but there, as in most other
schools, it is made irksome, as a task, and is looked upon with almost a
feeling of aversion. No proper religious sentiments are, or can be,
inculcated to a large number of scholars; it is the parent alone who can
instil, by precept and example, that true sense of religion, which may
serve as a guide through life. I had not read the Bible from the time
that I quitted the Foundling Hospital. It was new to me, and when I now
heard read, by that beautiful creature, passages equally beautiful, and
so applicable to my situation, weakened by disease, and humbled in
adversity, I was moved, even unto tears.

Susannah closed the book and came to the bedside. I thanked her: she
perceived my emotion, and when I held out my hand she did not refuse
hers. I kissed it, and it was immediately withdrawn, and she left the
room. Shortly afterwards Ephraim made his appearance. Cophagus and his
wife also came that evening, but I saw no more of Susannah Temple until
the following day, when I again requested her to read to me.

I will not detain the reader by an account of my recovery. In three
weeks I was able to leave the room; during that time, I had become very
intimate with the whole family, and was treated as if I belonged to it.
During my illness I had certainly shown more sense of religion than I
had ever done before, but I do not mean to say tha