Moravian Lives

him. One of them he opened , which I took to be the book of life, as  it appeared  written with blood. Upon this I awoke, but the Dream left an impression upon my mind, that our Savior was very loving however, I left it again by having the law preached to me. Thus I spent my years of child hood like most others. I wanted to be good,but could not. Still I depended much on being born of religious parents, as being the seed of the righteous, which the Presbyterians of that day laid great stress.
My father dying in my 12th year, my mother ws left to care for our education, and to provide for our maintenance.The latter she did by keeping a school, and the former she performed in the strictest manner, and she sometimes corrected me very sharply, as she took Solomons' words for her rule:"He that spareth the rod,hateth his sons"-Training a child in this way he go,and when he is old he will not befrom it."
Before my fathers' Death I had a fever, which,with occasional intermissions,lasted 18 weeks,but I always thought I should recover. When I was 14 years old I went to a child of a relation;and going on as to see my mother Our Savior Drew me and to my heart on the road;