And then that princely teacher of the Church of Christ Catholic goes on to tell us how Mrs.Piety handled her little Think-well which she had borne to Mr.Meditation.

After other things, she said this every night before she took sleep to her tired eyelids, this: 'Oh give me grace to bring him up.

Oh may I always instruct him with diligence and meekness; govern him with prudence and holiness; lead him in the paths of religion and justice; never provoking him to wrath, never indulging him in folly, and never conniving at an unworthy action.
Oh sanctify him in his body, soul, and spirit.

Let all his thoughts be pure and holy to the Searcher of hearts; let his words be true and prudent before men; and may he have the portion of the meek and the humble in the world to come, and all through Jesus Christ our Lord!' How could a son get past a father and a mother like that?
Even if, for a season, he had got past them, he would be sure to come back.

Only, their young Think-well never did get past his father and his mother.
There was not so much word of heredity in his day; but without so much of the word young Think-well had the whole of the thing.