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'An' then he asked me if I'd seen any of the ladies o' th' Hall about that o on th' Moss Lane;--an' he kicked ay as a lark: but I was very sad That last word o' his fair sunk into my heart, an' lay there like a lump o' lead, till I eary to bear it

'Howsever, I follered his advice: I thought he h he HAD a queer ith hi, and such like cannot right understand the thoughts of a poor old woman such as me But, howsever, I didyou, Miss, wi' my chatter'

'Oh, no, Nancy! Go on, and tell ot better--I know not whether wi' going to church or not, but one frosty Sunday I got this cold i' my eyes Th' inflammation didn't co to tell you aboutabout my trouble o' mind;--and to tell the truth, Miss Grey, I don't think it was anyways eased by coot my health better; but that didn't mend my soul I hearkened and hearkened the ministers, and read an' read atbrass and a tinkling cymbal: the sermons I couldn't understand, an' th' prayer-book only served to show ood words an' never be no better for it, and oftens feel it a sore labour an' a heavy task beside, instead of a blessing and a privilege as all good Christians does It seemed like as all were barren an' dark to me And then, them dreadful words, "Many shall seek to enter in, and shall not be able" They like as they fair dried up ave out about the sacrament, I noticed where he said, "If there be any of you that cannot quiet his own conscience, but requireth further comfort or counsel, let him come to me, or some other discreet and learned rief!" So next Sunday an a- talking to th' Rector again I hardly could fashion to take such a liberty, but I thought when my soul was at stake I shouldn't stick at a trifle But he said he hadn't time to attend to me then