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The scene of my father's pastoral life was a little country-town, where he had been for many years vicar. It was a place by no means distinguished by any remarkable prosperity: the parish consisted of a few decent families, who lived in a tranquillity begot of mutual good-will, and the vicar was esteemed as the mild, obliging, and affable neighbour. Our house was situate in a pleasant lane, adjoining a small churchyard, and commanding a view of the green hills that rose gently about the town.