eight o’clock
I have come into Wales , and am boarding with a farmer and his wife . Their stock of English is very small ; but I managed to agree with them , and they have four of the sweetest children I ever saw , to whom I teach all I know , and I manage to pick up some Welsh . I have puzzled out a little song , which I think very pretty ; I have translated it into English , and I send it you , with the original air . You shall play it on your flute at eight o'clock every Saturday evening , and I will play and sing it at the same time , and I will fancy that I hear my dear papa accompanying me . `` The people in London said very unkind things of you : they hurt me very much at the time ; but now I am out of their way , I do not seem to think their opinion of much consequence . I am sure , when I recollect , at leisure , everything I have seen and heard among them , I can not make out what they do that is so virtuous , as to set them up for judges of morals . And I am sure they never speak the truth about anything , and there is no sincerity in either their love or their friendship .