["The next time," (my uncle once said to us,) "that I saw Hannah More was in 1807.

The old ladies begged my parents to leave me with them for a week, and this visit was a great event in my life.

In parlour and kitchen they could not make enough of me.

They taught me to cook; and I was to preach, and they got in people from the fields and I stood on a chair, and preached sermons.

I might have been indicted for holding a conventicle."] She writes to his father in 1809: "I heartily hope that the sea air has been the means of setting you up, and Mrs.Macaulay also, and that the dear little poet has caught his share of bracing....