I am a little boy, nine years old, and I live in London. My father is a clergyman, an

I am a little boy, nine years old, and I live in London. My father is a clergyman, and I am sent to an excellent school, where I am learning to be wise and good. I am treated kindly, and I endeavour to be grateful. I rise in the morning at seven, and go to bed at seven in the evening. During the day I am employed in learning to read and write, and in listening to instructions concerning the duties which I will have to perform in life. On Sunday I am instructed concerning God and religion, and on week days concerning the world and its business. In the summer I am taken, by my parents, into the country, and in the winter I am content to remain in the great city. I am happy, and I hope to continue