The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk GirlCobbold, Richard
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The History of Margaret Catchpole, a Suffolk Girl
Cobbold, Richard
Catchpole, Margaret, 1762-1819 -- Fiction
"I assure you, my dear lady, that, in taking a ramble through them
with my mistress and some of the elder orphans, I felt just as I
imagine your own dear children used to feel when they walked with
me to the Grove near Hog Island, I was so pleased with the birds,
and trees, and flowers. I only wish I could send you one of the
beautiful parrots of this country, but I have no means of so doing
at present, as my money is all laid out for my future benefit. I
have no money given to me for wages. I have board and lodging; and,
if I conduct myself well, Mrs. Palmer says she will lay up a little
store against the day of my emancipation or my marriage. With
God's help, in whom I trust, I am determined to be independent of
all men. I have no desire to be married and settled, as some people
seem to say I shall be. I have no wish of the kind, neither do I
now nor do I hope to desire any better situation than that I now
enjoy, unless it were a return to England.
"I grieve to say, my dear lady, that this is one of the wickedest
places in the world. I never heard of one, excepting those of Sodom
and Gomorrah, which could come up to it in evil practices. People
are so bold, so shameless, and so sinful, that even crime is as
familiar as fashion in England. Religion is the last thing thought
of, even by the government, which sends out criminals that most
want it. The Rev. Mr. Johnson, who is almost the only clergyman in
the whole country, comes frequently to the Foundling Asylum; but he
tells my mistress that the town of Sydney is like a place of
demons. Government is at great expense in the police establishment,
to keep our poor bodies in subjection; but I am sure, if our souls
were but a little more thought of, government would find us ten
thousand times better subjects.
"Is it not dreadful, dear lady, that in such a country as this so
many souls should utterly perish? Surely it will never be blessed
with the blessing from Heaven, until God shall induce our
government to send us out some able ministers of the Gospel. I will
write more upon this subject at another time. I trust in God, who
has brought me over the broad sea, that He will keep me from all
evil upon this wide land.
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