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I have him in my mind's eye a little Boy; not bigger than Boys generally are at
twelve years old. When I met him and his Mother at the Inn, [1] he strutted before us, dress'd just as he came
from keeping Sheep, Hogs, &c.... his shoes fill'd full of stumps in the
heels. He looking about him, slip'd up... his nails were unus'd to a flat
pavement. I remember viewing him as he scamper'd up... how small he was. Little
thought, that little fatherless Boy would be one day known and esteem'd by the
most learned, the most respected, the wisest and the best men of the
Kingdom.