I am a little boy, nine years old. I live in London, and am learning to read and writ

I am a little boy, nine years old. I live in London, and am learning to read and write. At present I can only spell easy words. My father works hard all day, at the trade of a shoemaker, and my mother sits at home, and watches me. In the summer evenings, I go to walk in the pleasant fields, and come home again to supper. In winter, I warm myself beside the fire, at home. I love best to hear talk of ships and sailing, and soldiers and battles. And I listen to the conversation of my father and mother, but I cannot understand it all. God bless me, and keep me innocent!