ce from the garden.
The lower rooms were inhabited by my uncles, Moses and Thomas.
By-and-bye, there came a change.
My strong, one-armed Uncle Moses married a woman named Kitty, a flaxen-haired, fair girl of a decided temper; and after that event we seldom descended to the lower apartments.
I have a vivid remembrance of Sunday evenings at a Wesleyan chapel, on account of the tortures which I endured.
The large galleried building, crowded with fervid worshippers, and the deep murmur of Amens, the pious ejaculations, are well remembered, as well as the warm atmosphere and curious scent of lavender which soon caused an unconquerable drowsiness in me. Within a short time my head began to nod heavily, to the great danger of my neck, and the resolute effort I made to overcome this sleepiness, to avoid the reproaches of my grandfather, who affected to be shocked at my extraordinary behaviour, caused the conflict with nature to be so painful that it has been impossible for me to forget