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But his Temper was most sweet: his Manners most engaging. Oh! how much he came to be thought of, at length, all along the Bridge! I have no other Fault to find in him besides those already reckoned; unless it were a general Want of Principle, which was less apparent than it would have been, had it not been covered rather than supplied by good Feeling. But ’tis ill reckoning the Faults of one’s Friends.

Of my Mother, how shall I say enough? She was tall, slender, and comely to look upon, with sweet and quick grey Eyes. She was naturally of a high Spirit, which had been brought under a Curb by Divine Grace. She was kind and obliging to all, stirring and thrifty, yet not niggardly; soft-hearted to the Poor, of wonderful Propriety without the least Priggishness, loved by her Friends, and especially in her own Family. Now I have counted up the whole House except our Lodger, Master Blower, and Dolly, the Cook.

My Father’s shop was on the east side of London Bridge

My Father’s Shop was on the east Side of London Bridge. Over his Door hung his Sign of “The Lock of Hair;” and over the Shop-front was painted in yellow Letters the following Inscription,—