Read it through once

I was born at Castle Rackrent, hard by the Shannon, in a little room up stairs, which looks towards the garden. I had the luck to be bred by an aunt, the sister of my mother, who brought me up in some notions of decency, and taught me to read and write at a very early age. She used to say that a domestic is a gentleman’s counsellor, and that he should be a man that knows to observe, and to conceal; and, when I began to speak plain, she would take care that I should speak truth only, and not be too free of my tongue.