I was in the nursery when he came.  So was my mother.  Miss Darnford also was there.  And Mr. B., who was in his closet, at his arrival, after having received his most respectful congratulations himself, brought him up (though he has not been there since:  indeed he ha’n’t!) “Pamela,” said the dear gentleman, “see who’s here!”

I sprang to him, and kneeled for his blessing:  “O my father!” said I, “see” (pointing to the dear baby at the nurse’s breast), “how God Almighty has answered all our prayers!”

He dropped down on his knees by me, clasping me in his indulgent arms:  “O my daughter!—­My blessed daughter!—­And do I once more see you!  And see you safe and well!—­I do!  I do!—­Blessed be thy name, O gracious God, for these thy mercies!”

While we were thus joined, happy father, and happy daughter, in one thanksgiving, the sweet baby having fallen asleep, the nurse had put it into the cradle; and when my father rose from me, he went to my mother, “God bless my dear Betty,” said he, “I longed to see you, after this separation.  Here’s joy! here’s pleasure!  O how happy are we!” And taking her hand, he kneeled down on one side the cradle, and my mother on the other, both looking at the dear baby, with eyes running over; and, hand in hand, he prayed, in the most fervent manner, for a blessing upon the dear infant, and that God Almighty would make him an honour to his father’s family, and to his mother’s virtue; and that, in the words of Scripture, "he might grow on, and be in favour both with the Lord, and with man."

Mr. B. has just put into my hands Mr. Locke’s Treatise on Education, and he commands me to give him my thoughts upon it in writing.  He has a very high regard for this author, and tells me, that my tenderness for Billy will make me think some of the first advice given in it a little harsh; but although he has not read it through, only having dipped into it here and there, he believes from the name of the author, I cannot have a better directory; and my opinion of it, after I have well considered it, will inform him, he says, of my own capacity and prudence, and how far he may rely upon both in the point of a first education.

I asked, if I might not be excused writing, only making my observations, here and there, to himself, as I found occasion?  But he said, “You will yourself, my dear, better consider the subject, and be more a mistress of it, and I shall the better attend to your reasonings, when put into writing:  and surely, Pamela, you may, in such an important point as this, as well oblige me with a little of your penmanship, as your other dear friends.”

After this, your ladyship will judge I had not another word to say.  He cuts one to the heart, when he speaks so seriously.

I have looked a little into it.  It is a book quite accommodated to my case, being written to a gentleman, the author’s friend, for the regulation of his conduct towards his children.  But how shall I do, if in such a famed and renowned author, I see already some few things, which I think want clearing up.  Won’t it look like intolerable vanity in me, to find fault with such a genius as Mr. Locke?