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him. One of them he opened , which I took to be the book of life, as&nbsp; it appeared&nbsp; 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.<br />
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&#39; words for her rule:&quot;He that spareth the rod,hateth his sons&quot;-Training a child in this way he <gap></gap>go,and when he is old he will not be<gap></gap>from it.&quot;<br />
Before my fathers&#39; 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 <gap></gap>a child of a relation;and going on as to see my mother Our Savior Drew me and to my heart on the road;