 amuse me, and I am rewarded for any exertions by seeing
        none but happy, kind faces around me. Since you left us, but one change
        has taken place in our little household. Do you remember on what
        occasion Justine Moritz entered our family? Probably you do not; I will
        relate her history, therefore, in a few words. Madame Moritz, her
        mother, was a widow with four children, of whom Justine was the third.
        This girl had always been the favourite of her father; but, through a
        strange perversity, her mother could not endure her, and, after the
        death of M. Moritz, treated her very ill. My aunt observed this; and,
        when Justine was twelve years of age, prevailed on her mother to allow
        her to live at our house. The republican institutions of our country
        have produced simpler and happier manners than those which prevail in
        the great monarchies that surround it. Hence there is less distinction
        between the several classes of its inhabitants; and the lower orders,
        being neither so poor nor so despised, their manners are more refined
        and moral. A servant in Geneva does not mean the same thing as a servant
        in France and England. Justine, thus received in our family, learned the
        duties of a servant; a condition which, in our fortunate country, does
        not include the idea of ignorance, and a sacrifice of the dignity of a
        human being.
            Justine, you may remember, was a great favourite of yours; and I
        recollect you once remarked, that if you were in an ill-humour, one
        glance from Justine could dissipate it, for the same reason that Ariosto
        gives concerning the beauty of Angelica - she looked so frank-hearted
        and happy. My aunt conceived a great attachment for her, by which she
        was induced to give her an education superior to that which she had at
        first intended. This benefit was fully repaid; Justine was the most
        grateful little creature in the world: I do not mean that she made any
        professions; I never heard one pass her lips; but you could see by her
        eyes that she almost adored her protectress. Although her disposition
        was gay, and in many respects inconsiderate, yet she paid the greatest
        attention to every gesture of my aunt. She thought her the model of all
        excellence, and endeavoured to imitate her phraseology and manners, so
        that even now she often reminds me of her.
            When my dearest aunt died, every one was too much occupied in their
        own grief to notice poor Justine, who had attended her during her
        illness with the most anxious affection.
