A lady whom I met at one of Mrs.---'s parties took a fancy to me, and has done me the honour to allow me to go and see her sometimes.

She is the widow of a rich clergyman, and on her husband's death came to this place to live, bringing her husband's library with her: I soon found my way to it, and examined every book.

Her husband must have been a learned man, for amongst much Greek and Hebrew I found several volumes in Armenian, or relating to the language." "And why did you not tell me of this before ?" "Because you never questioned me; but I repeat there is nothing to conceal in the matter.

The lady took a fancy to me, and, being fond of the arts, drew my portrait; she said the expression of my countenance put her in mind of Alfieri's Saul." "And do you still visit her ?" "No, she soon grew tired of me, and told people that she found me very stupid; she gave me the Armenian books, however." "Saul," said my father, musingly, "Saul, I am afraid she was only too right there; he disobeyed the commands of his master, and brought down on his head the vengeance of Heaven--he became a maniac, prophesied, and flung weapons about him." "He was, indeed, an awful character--I hope I shan't turn out like him." "God forbid!" said my father solemnly; "but in many respects you are headstrong and disobedient like him.

I placed you in a profession, and besought you to make yourself master of it, by giving it your undivided attention.