LETTER XIII.
Mrs. D—— to William.
You learn natural philosophy, my son; consider it as the road to the most sublime knowledge, that of tracing the Creator in his works. His wisdom is conspicuous in the most minute of his productions; all are done well. Observing this uncommon harmony, you will every day love God—love goodness more and more. Sentiments of respect will be implanted in your heart, an awful reverential affection for the great Ruler of the universe; which affection, if it is active, virtue will flow from, founded on just principles.
Continue to send me an account of your conversations and your observations; they afford me pleasure, and impress the important instructions you receive on your own mind. Be ever thankful to your benefactors, my William; and remember, your diligent attention to your exercises, will be the surest proof of your gratitude. Neglect not a moment; it is the only way to answer the noble purposes you were created to pursue. What agreeable conversations we shall have together when you return; you have—and will in future gladden your mother’s heart. God will bless you for it.
Your little sister begins to write very tolerably. Mama, said she to me, the other day, I see it is good to learn to write, for else my brother and you could not tell any thing to each other; it is the same as if he was with you. I hope to be able to write to him myself soon; and then he will answer my letter, and I shall have a letter. I love you very much, mama, for teaching me; I will be always good, because you are so good. What must I do, to shew you how thankful I am? Learn well, Annette, replied I. How, answered she, that is for my own good! I should be unhappy, I could never write to my brother, if I did not. She joins with me in love. Adieu.