holar, but
you know I am no scholar myself. Besides, not having any books here,
I have only been able to teach my child by talking to him, and in all
my conversations with him I have never taken much pains to instruct
him in the manners of my own country; thinking, that if ever he went
over, he would learn them soon enough; and if he never _did_ go over,
that it would be as well he knew nothing about them.

"I have kept him also from the knowledge of everything which I have
thought pernicious in the conduct of the savages, except that I have
now and then pointed out a few of their faults, in order to give him a
true conception and a proper horror of them. At the same time I have
taught him to love, and to do good to his neighbour, whoever that
neighbour may be, and whatever may be his failings. Falsehood of
every kind I included in this precept as forbidden, for no one can
love his neighbour and deceive him.

"I have instructed him too, to hold in contempt all frivolous vanity,
and all those indulgences which he was never likely to obtain. He has
learnt all that I have undertaken to teach him; but I am afraid you
will yet think he has learned too little.

"Your wife, I fear, will be offended at his want of politeness, and
perhaps proper respect for a person of her rank: but indeed he is very
tractable, and can, without severity, be amended of all his faults;
and though you will find he has many, yet, pray, my dear brother
William, call to mind he has been a dutiful and an affectionate child
to me; and that had it pleased Heaven we had lived together for many
years to come, I verily believe I should never have experienced one
mark of his disobedience.

"Farewell for ever, my dear, dear brother William--and if my poor,
kind, affectionate child should live to bring you this letter,
sometimes speak to him of me and let him know, that for twelve years
he was my sole comfort; and that, when I sent him from me, in order to
save his life, I laid down my head upon the floor of the cell in which
I was confined, and prayed that Heaven might end my days before the
morning."

This was the conclusion of the letter, except four or five lines which
(with his name) were so much blotted, apparently with tears, that they
were illegible.

CHAPTER XI.

While the dean was reading to himself this letter, his countenance
freq