humble Cottage in the Vale of Uske."

Ah! little did I then think I was ordainedso soon to quit that humble Cottage for theDeceitfullPleasures of the World.

adeiu

Laura —

One Evening in December as my Father,my Mother and myself, were arranged in soci::al converse round our Fireside, we were on asudden, greatly astonished, considerably a::mazed and somewhat surprized, by hearing aviolent knocking on the outward Door of ourrustic Cot.

My Father started — "What noise is that," (said he.) "It sounds like a loud rapping at theDoor" – (replied my Mother.) "it does indeed." (cried I.)"I am of your opinion; (said my Father) it certain: