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A more upright gentleman than John Warder I know not , nor did ever know . What he meant by his weaknesses I can not tell , and as to the meaning of one phrase , which he does not here explain , these pages shall perhaps discover . Not long after our entrance at the academy , my father charged me one morning with a note to my aunt , Gainor Wynne , which I was to deliver when the morning session was over . As this would make me late , in case her absence delayed a reply , I was to remain and eat my midday meal . My father was loath always to call upon his sister . She had early returned to the creed of her ancestors , and sat on Sundays in a great square pew at Christ Church , to listen to the Rev. Robert Jennings . Hither , in September of 1763 , my aunt took me , to my father 's indignation , to hear the great Mr. Whitefield preach .