THE

FLOWERS OF THE FOREST.

I sHaLL commence my narrative by stating
that I am a native of France, though now re-
siding in England, and a very oldman. More
than forty years since I was a curé, or as
such a one would be called in England, a
minister, of a small parish situate in the
beautiful province of Normandy, in France ;
that province which gave her conquerors and
her princes, for many generations, to the
country in which I have now taken up my
abode.

Whilst residing in Normandy I was a
Papist, though now, through the influence of
a clearer light shining upon my soul, Iam a
Protestant ; and I humbly pray that my
mind may never again be brought under the

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