o see
my dear father a great beau. Wig, said my master, he wants none; for
his own venerable white locks are better than all the perukes in
England.--But I am sure I have hats enough somewhere.--I'll take care of
every thing, sir, said Mrs. Jewkes.--And my poor father, when he came to
me, could not refrain tears. I know not how, said he, to comport myself
under these great favours. O my child, it is all owing to the divine
goodness, and your virtue.

Sunday.

This blessed day all the family seemed to take delight to equip
themselves for the celebration of the Sabbath in the little chapel;
and Lady Jones and Mr. Williams came in her chariot, and the two Misses
Darnford in their own. And we breakfasted together in a most agreeable
manner. My dear father appeared quite spruce and neat, and was quite
caressed by the three ladies. As we were at breakfast, my master told
Mr. Williams, We must let the Psalms alone, he doubted, for want of
a clerk: but Mr. Williams said, No, nothing should be wanting that he
could supply. My father said, If it might be permitted him, he would, as
well as he was able, perform that office; for it was always what he had
taken delight in. And as I knew he had learnt psalmody formerly, in his
youth, and had constantly practised it in private, at home, on Sunday
evenings, (as well as endeavoured to teach it in the little school he
so unsuccessfully set up, at the beginning of his misfortunes, before
he took to hard labour,) I was in no pain for his undertaking it in this
little congregation. They seemed much pleased with this; and so we went
to chapel, and made a pretty tolerable appearance; Mrs. Jewkes, and all
the servants, attending, but the cook: And I never saw divine service
performed with more solemnity, nor assisted at with greater devotion
and decency; my master, Lady Jones, and the two misses, setting a lovely
example.

My good father performed his part with great applause, making the
responses, as if he had been a practised parish-clerk; and giving the
xxiiid psalm,

[The Lord is only my support,
And he that doth me feed:
How can I then lack any thing
Whereof I stand in need?
In pastures green he feedeth me,
Where I do safely lie;
And after leads me to the streams,
Which run most pleasantly.

And when I find myself near lost,
Then home he doth me take;
Conducting me in his right paths,
E'en for his own nam