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middle-aged man, never drove without deep dread. The sweep , a tall , spare, always covered with soot and who continued he performance of his duties ,inspired me with q ne many years in tb indescribable fear . When I heard him rumbling in the chimney I shuddered all over , and when I met him out of doors I fled to the other side of the street. He was a supernatural being in ouns eyes, for he was as black from head to foot as if he had emerged directly from the infernal regions , and his eyes gleamed horribly. No wonder I recoiled from this ghostly apparition for I was warned that if I misbehaved myself , the ai take me away .A strange sensation of awe Q sweep would come an crept over me too when the lamplighter lit the sparse oil lamps in the street, and the melancholy voice of the watchman chaun- ted the» hour. Then I turned with a sense, of relief,from the window where I had long watched , and hurried to my Mother's room , there to nestle at her feet while she worked at some tapestry chairs. I still have a settee made by her hands, in the designing of which she consulted me . Soon after my Mother had taught me to spell I was hand- ed over to my Sisters' French soverness, and the family tutor, ny Creuzgnach a native of Frankfort. He was an undersized, squat , very plain man,but as gentle as a dove , and having the knack of inspiring his pupils with a taste for the classical knowledge which he himself possessed in an eminent degree. He also instructed us in the first principles of electricity ,and constructed a somewhat primitive but yet very effective battery which my eldest Sister played with 7b O.nbhe, sreat. annoyance, of ner visitors , whom she insisted on subjecting to electric anes i 4 f i | i H i