9 P.M.
I like it not . My father , being a stern and silent man , must needs be caught by his very opposite , and , according to this law of our nature , fell in love with Marie Beauvais , the orphan of a French gentleman who had become a Quaker , and was of that part of France called the Midi . Of this marriage I was the only surviving offspring , my sister Ellin dying when I was an infant . I was born in the city of Penn , on January 9 , 1753 , at 9 P.M. I have but to close my eyes to see the house in which I lived in my youth . It stood in the city of Penn , back from the low bluff of Dock Creek , near to Walnut street . The garden stretched down to the water , and before the door were still left on either side two great hemlock-spruces , which must have been part of the noble woods under which the first settlers found shelter .