and when my father next found me at what became my darling study, I looked up at him with burning cheeks and asked, Papa, may I be a martyr?'

What do you mean, child?'

I mean, papa, may I be burned to death for my religion, as these were? want to be a martyr.'

He smiled, and made me this answer, which I have never forgotten, Why, Charlotte, if the government ever gives power to the Papists again, as they talk of doing, you may very probably live to be a martyr.'

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I remember the stern pleasure that this reply afforded me of spiritual knowledge not the least glimmer had ever reached me in any form, yet I knew the Bible most intimately, and loved it with all my heart, as the must sacred, the most beautiful of earthly things. Already had its sublimity caught my admiration; and when listening to the lofty language of Isaiah, as read from his stall in the cathedral by my father in Advent, and the early Sundays of the year, while his magnificent voice sent the prophetic denunciations pealing through those vaulted aisles, I had received into my mind, and I think into my heart, that scorn of idolatry which breathes so thrillingly in his inspired page. This I know, that at six years old the foundation of a truly scriptural protest was laid in my character; and to this hour it is my prayer that whenever the Lord calls me hence, or whenever the Lord himself comes to earth, he may find his servant not only watching but working against the diabolical iniquity that filled the Lollard's Pit with the ashes of his saints.

And now upon that all-important topic, the Bible, I would remark, that among the most invaluable blessings of my life I remember the judicious conduct of my parents in regard to it. We generally find that precious volume made a book of tasks; sometimes even a book of penalties: the consequence of so doing cannot but be evil. With us, it was emphatically a reward-book. That identical book is now before me, in its rich red cover, elegantly emblazoned with the royal arms; for it is the very Bible that was placed before Queen Charlotte at her coronation in 1761; and which, becoming the perquisite of a Prebendary of Westminster, was by his wife presented to my mother to whom she stood sponsor. This royal Bible was highly prized; and it was by special favour that it was opened for us when we had been good, and were deemed worthy of some mark of approval. My father then, whose voice made music of every thing, would read to us the history of Abel, of Noah, Moses, Gideon, or some other of the exquisite narratives of the Old Testament. I do not say that they were made the medium of conveying spiritual instruction; they were unaccompanied by note or comment, written or oral, and merely read as histories, the fact being carefully impressed on our minds that God was the author, and that it would be highly criminal to doubt the truth of any word in that book; but I do assert that such a mode of bringing a child acquainted with the Scriptures is infinitely preferable to setting him tasks to learn out of it, or even of encumbering with human explanations what God has made so

very plain, so very attractive. The consequence of this early instruction, imparted as an indulgence, I have reason daily to rejoice in: it led me to search for myself the inspired pages: it taught me to expect beauties, and excellencies, and high intellectual gratification, where God has indeed caused them to abound. As in the natural world we find the nutritious fruit not lying like pebbles on the ground, but hung on graceful trees and shrubs, heralded by fair and fragrant blossoms, embowered in verdant foliage, and itself beautifully shaped and tinted, so has the Lord arranged that the garden where grows the fruits of the tree of life, should abound in all that is most lovely to man's natural perception; and do we not slight this bounteous care for our mind's enjoyment while he makes provision for our soul's sustenance, when we neglect to point these things out to the notice of our children? The Word was my delight many a year before it became my counsellor; and when at last the veil was withdrawn from my heart, and Jesus stood revealed as the Alpha and Omega of that blessed book, it was not like gradually furnishing a vacant place with valuable goods, but like letting a flood of day into one already most richly stored with all that was precious; though, for lack of light whereby to discern their real nature, the gems had been regarded but as common things. My memory was plentifully stored with what it had been my free choice to study and when in the progress of this little narrative you learn how mercifully I have been preserved from doctrinal error in its various forms, through that

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full acquaintance with God's word; you will trace his marvellous workings in thus furnishing my mind, as it were, with an armoury of ready weapons; and will be ready to echo with increased earnestness that emphatic declaration, The Bible, the Bible alone, is the religion of Protestants;' and not only to echo, but also to act upon it.

Religion, however, did at this early period of my life, become a very important concern in my eyes: our mother had taken infinite pains to assure us of one great truth-the omniscience of an Omnipresent God—and this I never could for a moment shake off. It influenced us both in a powerful manner, so that if either commited a fault, we never rested until, through mutual exhortation on the ground that God certainly knew it, and would be angry if we added deceit to another error, we had encouraged each other to confession. We then went, hand in hand, to our mother, and the one who stood clear of the offence acknowledged it in the name of the transgressor, while both asked pardon. Never did children more abhor a lie; we spurned at its meanness, while trembling at its guilt; and nothing bound us more closely and exclusively together than the discoveries we were always making of a laxity among other children in this respect. On such occasions we would shrink into a corner by ourselves, and whisper, ‘Do they think God does not hear that?' Self-righteousness, no doubt, existed in a high degree: we were baby Pharisees, rejoicing in the external cleanliness of cup and platter; but I look back with great thankfulness

on the mercy that so far instructed us; an habitual regard to truth has carried me safely through many a trial, and, as a means, guarded me from many a snare. It cannot be too early or too strongly inculcated; nor should any effort be considered too great, any difficulty as too discouraging, any reprobation as too strong, or, I will add, any punishment too severe, when the object in view is to overcome this infamous vice in a child. Once I remember having been led into a lie, at the instigation, and through the contrivance of a servant girl, for whose benefit it was told. Suspicion instantly arose, from my dreadful embarrassment of manner; a strict investigation commenced; the girl told me to face it out, for that nobody else knew of it, and she would not flinch. But my terrors of conscience were insupportable; I could ill bear my father's steady eye fixed on mine, still less the anxious, wondering, incredulous expression of my brother's innocent face, who could not for a moment fancy me guilty. I confessed at once; and with a heavy sigh my father sent to borrow from a neighbour an instrument of chastisement never before needed in his own house. He took me to another room, and said, 'Child, it will pain me more to punish you thus, than any blows I can inflict will pain you; but I must do it; you have told a lie; a dreadful sin, and a base, mean, cowardly action. If I let you grow up a liar you will reproach me for it one day; if I now spared the rod I should hate the child.' I took the punishment in a most extraordinary spirit; I wished every stroke had been a stab; I wept because the pain was not great