_I could easily shew, with how much Propriety I have called the dear
Deceased_ an amiable and hopeful Child, _by a great many little
Stories, which Parents would perhaps read with Pleasure, and Children
might hear with some Improvement: Yet as I cannot be sure that no
others may happen to read the Discourse, I dare not trust my Pen and
my Heart, on so delicate a Subject. One Circumstance I will however
venture to mention, (as I see here is a Blank Page left,) which may
indeed be consider'd as a Specimen of many others. As she was a great
Darling with most of our Friends that knew her, she often received
Invitations to different Places at the same Time; and when I once
asked her, on such an Occasion, what made every Body love her so well;
she answer'd me, (with that Simplicity and Spirit, which alas! Charm'd
me too much,_) Indeed, Pappa, I cannot think, unless it be because I
love every Body. _A Sentiment obvious to the Understanding of a Child,
yet not unworthy the Reflection of the wisest Man_[*].