OP CALIP. LIBRARY, LOS AHGKLES QUAKER IDYLS BY SARAH M. H. GARDNER NEW YORK HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY 1894 COPYRIGHT, 1894, BY HENRY HOLT & CO. THE MERSHON COMPANY PRESS, RAHWAY, N. J. CONTENTS. PAGE TWELFTH STREET MEETING, . . i A QUAKER WEDDING, ... 17 Two GENTLEWOMEN, 33 OUR LITTLE NEIGHBORS, . . 53 PAMELIA TEWKSBURY'S COURTSHIP, 65 SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS FROM A QUAKER GIRL 87 UNCLE JOSEPH, .... 159 MY GRANDAME'S SECRET, . . . 175 2130558 This little book is affectionately dedicated to two dear "Friends/' E, W. P. and M. M. T. TWELFTH STREET MEETING. QUAKER IDYLS. TWELFTH STREET MEETING. RE the summer mornings longer in Philadelphia than elsewhere, or is it the admirable Quaker custom of breaking the fast at the usual hour on Sunday that gives such delight ful leisure before the calm walk to meeting at half past ten ? Certain it is that the Sabbath of June ii was no exception to the general rule, and when John and Martha Wilson, with their daughter Gassy, passed beyond 4 QUAKER IDYLS. the brick wall which separates the sanctuary from the street, there were groups of Friends kindly in- quiring after the welfare of each other, and offering greeting to such as were unaccustomed to the place. John passed to the right, where he extended his hand to a fellow- worshiper. Martha paused in the doorway to stroke the shining curls of a pretty child, whose gen tle mother had failed in her efforts to subdue Dame Nature. And Gassy, sweet Gassy, who was no longer very young, felt the color rise, and modestly dropped her eyes, as she noticed the pleased observance of her entrance de picted on the face of George Evans, already occupying a seat on the "men's side" of the meet ing-house. Several elderly Friends were in TWELFTH STREET MEETING. 5 their place on the floor, and in the gallery were those who held the positions of elders and accepted ministers. Their hands were folded, and one or two of the men, who held walking sticks, rested their hands on the rounded tops. But the faces of all wore a far away look, as if the present sur roundings could never disturb the sweet serenity of their souls. Quietly the congregation gath ered. There was not a large com pany. But few wore the garb of the past generation. There was, among the middle-aged, a disposi tion to grow a little plainer with increasing years, but the soft felt hat was conspicuous in the room, and the stiff bonnets were re lieved by silk shirrs of brown or gray. Cassy, this warm day, has as sumed a gown of white stuff, the O QUAKER IDYLS. very essence of simplicity ; a straw bonnet of half modern date, desti tute of embellishment, unless the satin ties, reaching halfway to the crown, and the blond pleating surrounding her face, could be called trimming. The dress was closed at the throat by a small gold clasp, which confined also the edges of the linen collar ; drab, openwork mitts covered her well-shaped hands hands that were never weary with good work, nor ever fearful of losing their beauty in the performance of the daily toils that fell upon them. As the house grew silent, and more silent, a gentle prayer went up from her heart that she might keep her spirit undefiled, and when, after a little, the stillness was broken by the voice of an aged man in the upper seat, she TWELFTH S TREE T MEE TING. 7 raised her head and paid the strictest attention to his opening words. " Like as a father pitieth his children," he began, his pale face reflecting the purity of his aspira tions, and the trembling voice, growing in volume as he pro ceeded, until after a few moments it had fallen into that peculiar cadence, a sort of half melancholy rising and falling inflection, meas ured and monotonous, that afflicts the unaccustomed ear, and so often in these holy assemblies de stroys their solemnity. Philo Thomas was a trial to poor Gassy ; she revered his pa tient life of tribulation, she caught the reflection of the light which glowed within his soul, but his outward manifestations were singularly unacceptable to her ; she wished that so good a man 8 QUAKER IDYLS. might feel called upon to keep silence in public places, and yet she half rebuked herself for the seeming disrespect. Patiently she tried to keep pace with the thought that so slowly fell from the sing-song utterance, but gradually she drifted into a different channel. The glowing face of the man who had rejoiced at her coming was rising before her. Educated, as she had been, to the strictest truthfulness, she could not even seek to shut out from herself the knowledge that she felt and enjoyed his satisfac tion at her presence there, nor, in deed, her own pleasure and com fort in this state of affairs. Her heart beat a trifle faster than it ought, and the blush burned again as she forgot the preacher and the company and only remembered the one face across the narrow TWELFTH S TREE T MEE TING. 9 line which divided the women from the men. Suddenly the voice ceased, and the solemn silence smote her like a sword. " What have I done ! " she cried out in spirit, " I have desecrated the holy place. My thoughts are the thoughts of a worldling ! Can I bear through the week the recol lection that I wasted my oppor tunity on the first day ? that any human being can have the power to turn me from my path, can de stroy my self-respect, can make me forget my Creator?" " The Lord is in his holy tem ple, blessed be the name of the Lord," passed through her heart, and formed on her trembling lips. Hot tears filled her eyes and fell unheeded on her handkerchief, tears of shame and humiliation. A faint rustle aroused her. In 10 QUAKER IDYLS. the gallery a slight pale woman arose, untied the strings of her stiff bonnet, and laid it on the bench beside her. Stepping for ward until her hand rested on the rail in front, she spoke softly, dis tinctly, and the happy change from the droning tones of the earlier speaker riveted the atten tion of the wandering. She spoke of the pure in heart; defining her terms, dwelling on the growth of sin if permitted to linger, emphasizing the truth that we must be ever on the alert to discern the shadow of transgres sion, until poor Cassy who had at once entered into the spirit of the sermon poor Cassy felt that this was being spoken directly to her. Then as the sweet voice paused, a new measure filled it. She turned from admonition to ador- TWELFTH STREET MEETING. II ation, depicting the joy there is in heaven over one sinner who returns from his ways, and as if carrying out the thought of the aged man who had preceded her, and which he had so sorely missed in his illustration, she urged the tenderness of an earthly parent to an erring child, and the abounding love and beneficence of our Heavenly Father. " Dear children," she cried, " do not fear to approach him. Open your hearts ! Search out the hidden places ! Let the light stream in and your sins shall be wiped away. Fear not man ; that which it is impressed upon you to reveal, dare not to keep secret." She resumed her seat and her bonnet, but the seed she had sown took deep root in Cassy's heart. All through the remaining 12 QUAKER IDYLS. hour she revolved its teaching in her soul. It was clear the mean ing for her was a stronger and heartier purification of her thoughts. Not that George Evans was an unholy object, nor that his affection was to be despised, but that the meeting-house was not the place for human admiration. And oh ! what did these words mean, " Not to keep silent ? " Was she bidden to unfold this page to George, to tell him that the lesson was for him also ? What pain it cost her to dream of such a task ! yet was not this one of those hidden places that should be flooded with light? What if he did deem her un womanly who could speak on such a matter without having been spoken to ? Were not the com mands of the Lord to be preferred to any earthly comfort ? She TWELFTH STREET MEETING. 13 should perhaps lose her lover see herself dethroned, for. never a word had he vouchsafed her but of the plainest courtesy, but she should gain the respect of her own conscience. The fires that purify, also blister and burn. How could she refuse ? Perhaps George Evans' soul was in peril too, for well she knew that upon his ear had fallen unheeded the words of the first preacher. Solemnly the two men friends at the head of the gallery clasped hands, and immediately a little hum of neighborly inquiry went round. Cassy dreaded to move. She felt, rather than saw, her lover waiting for her outside the door, and silently asking help in her time of trouble, she walked down the aisle. She did not omit any of the customary greetings ; she 14 QUA KEK IDYLS. promised to meet with the sewing committee the next day, to carry jelly to an aged friend, and turned and shook the hand which George Evans held out to her. There was nothing strange that he walked beside her down Arch Street, but he gave her little opportunity to open her heart. They had passed but a short dis tance when he broke the silence by saying : " Cassy, does thee know I almost felt that Mary Elwood's sermon was intended for me ? And per haps for thee, too. I have thought for some time that the Lord had designed thy path and mine to run side by side. Thee knows that this morning was the first opportunity I have had to attend meeting for several weeks, but when I saw thy face it was so pleasant to me that I fell into a TWELFTH S TREE T MEE TING. 1 5 worldly train of thought how I might tell thee of my great hope, that thee would respond to my affection for thee. Mary El- wood's voice broke my reverie, and showed me where my way led. I resolved then to speak to thee at once, for something in thy look betrayed thy feeling, and I feared I had led thee into evil ; that my glance, as I entered meet ing, had possessed the power of withdrawing thy meditation from the Lord, and the voice of his ser vant warned me to repent, and hesitate not to reveal to thee the source of my inquietude." Gravely she laid her hand upon his arm, and with but one shy up ward glance at his earnest face, she said solemnly : " Blessed be the name of the Lord. This lesson was also re vealed unto me. Had thee not 16 QUAKER IDYLS. felt called upon to warn me against such temptation, I should have dwelt upon it to thee at the first opportunity, but our Heavenly Father hath spared me the trial." A QUAKER WEDDING. A QUAKER WEDDING. RENOWNED foreigner characterized Philadel phia as a " city of magnif icent sameness." Possibly this is true of the older portions of the town, and surely there is little in the exterior of the compactly built houses on upper Arch Street to distinguish the dwelling of the Twelfth Street Friend from that of a more worldly citizen. On a certain morning in Octo ber, the same atmosphere of seclu sion surrounded the whole block between Sixteenth and Seven teenth streets. No possible hint came forth from No. that within its red brick walls, outlined with 20 QUAKER IDYLS. the cold precision of white marble sills and doorsteps and guarded by heavy shutters, there was about to be consummated a tender little drama. The narrow door,' with its painted icy glare and glistening knob, opened at short intervals to admit tall figures in long coats, cut with straight collars, and bea ver hats in gray or black, whose broad brims shadowed smooth- shaven, manly faces. Trim little maidens too, and their quaint feminine relatives, waited de murely on the spotless step, for the opening touch of a dark- skinned hand within. It rarely happened that a new comer entered without a pleasant greeting to the elderly colored woman : " How is thee to-day, Hannah ? " or, " I am glad to find thee has conquered thy rheuma tism"; which brought a low-voiced A QUAKER WEDDING. 21 answer : " Thank thee ; will thee go up to the second story, or can I send thy bonnet ? " This to the elder women, while the sweet young damsels, in a happy sub dued flutter, have turned to the guest chamber to smooth their silken raiment, or possibly to ven ture so far toward personal adorn ment as the fastening of a few white buds over the dainty cor sage. There was a little murmur of soft voices : the expression of joy that Cassy and George had been blessed with such a beautiful wedding day ; the hope that Mary Anna Landers would be able to reach there in time for the ceremony. " She always speaks so acceptably to the young." One told of a certain aged Friend in deep affliction and the message that she bore from the dying bed to the gentle bride whose helpful 22 QUAKER IDYLS. hands had so often soothed the pain away. And thus, in groups, the guests descended to the par lor, the straight long room where a strong light from tall windows in front and rear was modified by means of drab Venetian blinds. Between these windows hung, on one hand, a modest engraving of William Penn, and upon the oppo site wall that of Elizabeth Fry. Both were framed in dark-colored wood, and the benign expression of the gifted man, and the wealth of dignity in the face of the cele brated philanthropist charmed in spite of their austere surround ings. Upon a marble mantel, under a glass shade, rested a clock, as white and cold as the slab beneath ; a small basket of delicate ferns, as if half ashamed of their vivid green, retired be hind the solemn mouth of a tall A QUAKER WEDDING. 23 undecorated silver candlestick. The" room was well-nigh filled with chairs placed in regular order, and two hair-cloth sofas whose broad seats accommodat ed the elders of the meeting. Directly below the picture of the venerable Perm were the places designed for George and Cassy, straight-backed old oaken chairs, that would be a delight to the antiquarian of to-day, and near the right wall stood a small table upon which rested a roll of parch ment, a pen, and a substantial ink-well. One of the windows was open, and the fresh sweet air came in laden with the noises of the street : the rumble of the carts, the click of hoofs upon the sharp stone pavements, the distant cries of venders, and the whistle of the locomotive. The light 24 QUAKER IDYLS. breeze stirred the cap borders and the kerchiefs of the placid women, who lifted their soft hands to re arrange the muslin with the same instinct that prompts the care of curl and ornament in their fashion able sisters. The parchment flut tered to the ground, and in re placing it there was exposed to view a page of exquisite penman ship, the great letters in ornate Old English hardly belonging to Quaker simplicity. Meanwhile in the sitting room at the head of the first flight of stairs there was a sweet picture. This apartment was so entirely an ema nation from the home life that the stiffness and coldness of the lower room was totally lacking. The very loud tick of the old-fashioned mahogany clock that stood in the corner had a sound of cheer. The little wood fire on the hearth A QUAKER WEDDING. 2$ gave out a welcome, and the half dozen rockers and lounging chairs in gray and brown dress held open arms. A big Maltese cat crouched by the rug, a few pencil sketches from the hand of a favor ite nephew graced the wall, and a heavy bookcase gave evidence thro' its glass door, of much sub stantial learning. There was a cluster of periodicals on a stand, the clear title of " The Friend " recalling their import ; a stereo scope with a tray of views, a basket of knitting work, and, hanging on the back of a peculiar easy-chair, the round pillow that betokens snatches of rest. Gassy was standing by the east window. The broad beams of the morning sun were growing more direct, and fell with force over her delicate form. Her gown of silver gray enveloped her like 26 QUAKER IDYLS. mist, and chastened the rising color. As she turned toward the advancing figure of the bridegroom, her eyes suffused with tears. She held forth her hands and said tremblingly, " Dear George, how earnestly I pray that our Heavenly Father may ever guide me so that I walk aright, and fulfill toward thee all the re quirements of this holy relation." Tenderly he kissed her as he re plied, " My soul is assured that thee never would have been drawn so close to me were it not the will of the Divine Master : " and presently when John and Martha entered they pressed the daughter to their hearts and breathed upon the stalwart young man a bless ing, so full of emotion that the patience of awaiting Friends was quite forgotten. Then the tall monitor on the corner, that had A QUAKER WEDDING. 27 marked the hour of Cassy's birth, gave warning of another epoch in her life. The company was seated as the little party entered the parlor. George and Gassy advanced to the chairs assigned them, John and Martha next their daughter, and the parents of George occupied a similar position on the other side. There were a few minutes of ab solute silence, then the younger pair arose, joined hands, and in a clear unbroken voice the bride groom spoke these words : " In the presence of the Lord and this assembly, I, George Evans take Gassy Wilson to be my wife, promising with Divine assistance to be unto her a faith ful and loving husband until death shall separate us ;" and -after an instant's pause, the bride, with a far-away look in her sweet eyes, 28 QUAKER IDYLS. calmly repeated the same tender promise. Then they sat down again, and presently a white- haired man, with so great revela tion of power in his face that it might almost have been called con scious strength, appeared in sup plication before the throne of grace. He asked that the twain now made onemight become nearer and dearer to each other as time went on, and that in fulfillment of the claims of the spirit, they might ever be ready to respond to the call of the Bridegroom who cometh while it is yet night. For some moments after the prayer had ended the company remained with bowed heads, and the still ness was but gently broken by the movement of another honored Friend, who came forward as a member of the committee ap pointed by the monthly meeting, A QUAKER WEDDING. 29 to be present at the marriage and report that all proceedings had taken place in strict accordance with the rules of the society. He now read aloud the certificate, heretofore lying on the table, testifying to such regularity, and advancing to the bridal pair re quested them to affix their signa tures. The pen was then passed to the parents, and as each person present gave hands to the happy George and Gassy, the same favor was extended. During the con clusion of this ceremony, Cassy's color had brightened with the con- gratulations and gentle admoni tions of these so dear to her, and before it was finished the little buzz of friendly interest had wreathed the placid face in smiles, and dried the tears that were almost too ready to start to the eyes of the tender mother. No one was for- 3 QUAKER IDYLS. gotten ; even the faithful Hannah and the Cassius of long service added their irregular strokes to the certificate, and Gassy caught up on her arm the three-year-old guest, and guided his playful fingers over the smooth page. There was a quiet intimation that a collation was spread in an adjoining apartment, and the thrifty folk, who scorn the embel lishments but not the substan- tials of life, did ample justice to the bounteous repast, daintily served from the finest of linen, the clearest of glasses, and the frailest of china. There was no spoken word of thanksgiving, only a pause wherein their hearts might acknowledge the mercies of the Giver of all Good. There was no haste, no indecorous in dulgence in the temptations of the table, but a cheerful, happy A QUAKER WEDDING. 31 tone pervaded the company who regarded marriage not as the ab sorption of one life by another, but as a true union of strong souls for the furtherance of God's holy purpose. As each guest departed, he or she was freighted with a package of wedding cake for some friend or servant : " Maria, will thee kindly give this to Eldridge Percy ? We all feel to regret his absence, and trust that he may be spared to meet with us once again." " Philip, thee knows how dear our Gassy was to Hagar the sum mer we spent at your home : thee will not mind carrying her a bit of cake ? " And when at length the hour of parting came, there was no long line of merrymakers to hurl slippers and showers of rice after the retreating carriage, but there 32 QUAKER IDYLS. were last words spoken that dwelt in the hearts of the earnest young husband and wife, and the injunc tion of the father was a simple admonition to " search ever for the light that is revealed in the soul"; and the loving children heard his brave voice reply to the neighbor that regretted the dis tance that must henceforth sep- rate them : " I can safely trust my son and daughter in the hands of the Lord, wheresoever he may lead them." TWO GENTLEWOMEN. TWO GENTLEWOMEN. HE square brick house with many windows, in the little village of W., was called the " Mountain Place," both from the name of one of its occupants, and also from its situ ation, which was the most con spicuous point in town. The owner was a rich manu facturer, who had for many years placed it at the disposal of his two widowed sisters less prosper ous, financially, than himself. Mrs. Letitia Mountain's family lived on the lower floor in a com modious suite of " apartments," hardly known as such in that day, 35 36 QUAKER IDYLS. when any respectable person was supposed to occupy, or furnish, an entire dwelling, but the idiosyn- cracy was in this case excused on ground of a peculiar attachment existing between the sisters. The double parlors, with high ceiling and heavy folding doors, were forever resplendent in white china paint and velvet paper, and the visitor felt almost obliged to observe the extreme complexity of the figure on the carpet, evi dently designed for homes of heroic proportions. The upper rooms were far less imposing, and thus better-suited to the smaller purse and house hold of the elder sister, Mrs. Honora Plum. This poor lady endured much from the com panionship of a stepdaughter, ill-tempered and idle, and reflect ing the blaze of an ancient es- TWO GENTLEWOMEN. 37 cutcheon stained by vice, for Mrs. Plum had married the younger son of a titled English gentleman. Nothing of the regret from which she must have suffered ever passed her lips, and her pa tient smile sweetened the loaf which she so generously shared with the woman whose only claim was the name she bore. Mrs. Mountain's past, on the contrary, was delightful to con- template. A happy marriage in early life shed a halo over even the long illness and death of a be loved husband ; but neither this break in the tide of joy, nor the sorrows of Honora, ever darkened the light of true sister love that doubled their present portion of helpfulness and cheer. Both ladies were short and dark, with large brown eyes which never lost their sparkle, and well-formed 38 QUAKER IDYLS. lips that kept a rosy color into late years. Fashion forever stamps some part of Nature's work as repre hensible, and at the period of which I write, the gray locks that represent intensity of feeling as often as age were considered unfit to be seen by the world. So the heavy silken bands that graced the brows of both sisters were closely covered with beribboned caps, and bordered with " false fronts" of dusky hair, coiled on each side over two small combs, forming stiff and ungainly puffs that did not seem to belong to the little women, but to which they were so much attached that one never admitted the other to her chamber until the structure was erected, or a huge nightcap en tirely concealed the absence of it. Far more suitable would have TWO GENTLEWOMEN. 39 been the simplicity of the Friend's costume, which bore a wondrous charm for them, as the dress of their beloved mother. But the sis ters had wandered from the fold, each had married " out of meet ing" and thereby forfeited her birthright membership; and hav ing renounced the worship of their fathers, they also felt it in cumbent to robe themselves some what according to the fashion of the world's people, but the " Stran ger " air which marked their devo tions before a " hireling ministry " also clung to their garments. It was a little pitiful, this estrangement from their early religious associations, and per chance it might have been their greatest pleasure to return to the fold when the days of their widow hood came, but the meeting was held in a remote district of the 40 QUAKER IDYLS. township, and neither of the sisters was robust. For this reason they made a church home in the nearest house of worship, and carried thither so much of their elemen tary religion as wrought daily miracles of love and patience. They were charitable to a degree almost beyond praise, and the fine bearing, the impressive presence of the little pair, could have come from nothing else than a realiza tion of noble attributes. The annals of New York indeed would be incomplete without men tion of the exceeding service ren dered the State in time of need by a rich Quaker, who steadfastly refused any public recognition, but whose death was everywhere heralded as that of a man com bining in his character modesty and rare worth. Perhaps it was the conscious- TWO GENTLEWOMEN. 41 ness of being heir to these virtues that led Honora into a false con ception of the inheritance of her husband, but the painful knowl edge of her error never lessened her understanding of the motto " Noblesse oblige." Everybody forgave the sisters their touch of pride since both its source and outcome were of such purity, but it was almost pathetic to hear their personal disavowal of merit, attributing all things of worth in their admirable woman hood to their ancestry, and when, in the days of her children's youth, Mrs. Mountain found it necessary to chastise them, the rod was con sidered far less severe than a re minder that through misdemeanor they were sullying the family record. It was a matter of deep regret to both Honora and Letitia that 42 QUAKER IDYLS. they had no sons. The former was childless, and the latter had buried her boys in infancy, but it was a consolation that the mar riage of their brother, late in life, had resulted in securing a continu ance of the honored line. Hospitality was one of the in herited virtues. The fruit cake jar was never allowed to become empty, and on such holidays as were not bespoken by their brother, their separate tables were surrounded by the impecunious old and young of their acquaint ance. So long as Mrs. Mountain's daughters remained unmarried there was an abundance of merry making, but after they had gone to homes of their own this youth ful element was greatly missed. Mrs. Plum's stepdaughter was too grim to be social, and gradu- TWO GENTLEWOMEN. 43 ally the lives of the sisters fell into a routine. Certain days in the month were devoted to family visits. The rector was entertained by them alternately, at stated periods, and once every fortnight they dressed themselves in stiff silks and real laces, and went through the formal ity of returning calls. No doubt the conversation was as little varied as the wardrobe, yet it was a pleas ing duty, faithfully performed. They had been educated like the majority of well-to-do women of that period, but this was far from developing a love of study that progressive intelligence which furnishes the ladies of the present with unfailing entertainment. Nothing, therefore, was a greater satisfaction to them than the daily visits of an old and re spected colonel, living on a large 44 QUAKER IDYLS. farm just beyond the border of the town. He rode to the post office every morning on a white horse, quite as stiff in his joints as his master, and it was one of the duties of the postman to respond to the timely cough of the colonel by carrying out the scanty mail, if such there chanced to be. The soldierly salutation repaid him a hundred fold for this small attention, while the colonel turned his horse toward Mountain Place. He was so prompt in all his proceedings that the servant pre pared herself, at ten o'clock, to answer the summons of the enor mous brass knocker, and with as much dignity as if he had come with a message of state, the ruddy man inquired for " the ladies." Then, as he entered the hall, he graciously relieved any embarrass- TWO GENTLEWOMEN. 45 merit by mentioning " Mrs. Moun tain's parlor, if you please," or " Mrs. Plum's drawing room," alternating day by day. Immedi ately the lady presiding arose and greeted him as though he was re cently returned from a foreign mission, and in the next breath spoke to the servant, who had long ago learned to await this direction : " Ask Mrs. Plum if it will be convenient to come down, Colonel Gray is here," or " My compliments to Mrs. Mountain." The newcomer then formally welcomed the second sister, care fully asked after her health, and conversation became general. An hour, sometimes two, the colonel's horse stood in the wind and weather awaiting his agree able master, but if, as rarely hap pened, the latter limit was trans gressed, a loud neighing brought 46 QUAKER IDYLS. the gentleman to his feet. " Ladies, I have had a most enter taining morning ; duty alone calls me from your side. Allow me to wish you good-day." In the afternoon as the sisters sat by the front window knitting socks for the poor, or daintily stitching some fine muslin for a baby's outfit, they discussed the Colonel's visit. " Letitia, I am sorry brother does not like the Colonel." They never disagreed, and from a constant desire to emphasize, each the opinion of the other, there had grown a habit of repe tition. " Yes, Honora, I wish brother did incline toward the Colonel." " I cannot understand his objec tion. Colonel Grey is a gentle man, and an excellent provider." This term embraced a multitude TWO GENTLEWOMEN. 47 of small virtues, chiefly that of generosity toward his immediate family, and to Mrs. Mountain and Mrs. Plum, the man who failed in this respect had better not be al luded to. It was a little strange that they knew the Colonel's household habits, for he lived alone with an aged housekeeper and her hus band, and it was only at long in tervals that he opened his doors to his friends, albeit he was justly proud of the frequent honor he enjoyed of " drinking a dish of tea " at the Mountain Place, and on these occasions he never for got to be strictly impartial in his attentions, and addressed his con versation first to one, then to the other of the sisters. Like the entire village popula tion, he was well aware that to these ladies everyone looked for 48 QUAKER IDYLS. advice, and indeed for intelligent nursing. So frequent were the midnight calls for services that one of the servant's regular duties was the disposition at nightfall of their hoods, cloaks, and lantern conveniently near the front door. A reference to this formed a staple joke between the friends, and Letitia frequently asserted (and it was repeated by Honora) that in case of illness at " Moss Farm, " they would consider themselves engaged. Perhaps the good Colonel had more than a jest at heart when he referred to the matter, for the ills of life come surely in train of age, and the summons reached Moun tain Place on an early morning of September. It was a shock to the ladies, this forerunner of a part ing from one who had been so stanch a friend, and so incon- TWO GENTLEWOMEN. 49 fiiderate a visitor, as their brother insisted. Just as the carryall came in sight of the Colonel's homestead, the first twitter of awakening birds brought a new sense of life and activity into the world. The dark forest behind the house sent forth a thousand notes of welcome to the day, and the clear spring, where the old horse turned to drink, added its gentle murmur. Mrs. Mountain was touched, her eyes moistened. " Alas ! " she said, noting the movement of the old gray, " the world never stops for any of us. The birds sing, the horse wants to drink, the sunlight flashes over the farm, just as if the good man that has lived so long to lighten the cares of others, was not pass ing away." " Passing away ! Yes, passing 50 QUAKER IDYLS. away," and the solemn voice of her sister, seemed like an echo from the hills. It was the usual trouble, a shock of paralysis, and the faithful doctor gave little encouragement, yet he thought it possible the Colonel's speech might become clear again, and when the stupor that en thralled the poor man had passed, the pale eye wandered about the room. Words were unnecessary, the watchers understood that he wanted a hand laid in his own, and Letitia gently slid her soft palm beneath the chilled fingers. Honora as promptly took her place at the other side, stroking the withered arm that lay motionless upon the bed. The doctor opened the window, and as the delicious breath of the pines crept in, the sick man stirred. He moved his head rest- TWO GENTLEWOMEN. 5* lessly. But when Mrs. Mountain would have left her place to re arrange his pillows, suddenly his tongue loosed and he spoke, fee bly indeed, and with an effort, but the words fell distinctly upon the listeners. " Years ago, I wanted I in tended she should be my wife if " He stopped. Presently he gave evidence that the same thought was still in his mind. " Yes," he murmured, " but I love her just as well." The doctor moistened the dry lips, and the sisters both moved as if to assist, but one lifeless hand pressed heavily, and the poor member with a little vitality motioned Mrs. Mountain not to stir. So they remained, while hour after hour went by. The noonday was upon them 52 QUAKER IDYLS. when again the old face bright ened and the quavering voice said slowly : " Yes, yes, I love her just as well." The silence that followed was not broken again, and soon the faithful sisters spread the white sheet over the dear dead. That night, as they sat together in Mrs. Mountain's stately parlor, Honora said with a sigh : " Perhaps, Letitia, it is just as well the Colonel never spoke to you about marriage. His family was not so good as our own, but I thought it strange he could see you so often and not love you." And Letitia startled Mrs. Plum by contradicting her. " Child alive, Honora ! I al ways knew the Colonel loved the ground you trod on." OUR LITTLE NEIGHBORS. OUR LITTLE NEIGHBORS. B first of Bpril store. ERRY came in one spring morning wearing a very triumphant air. He caught the baby from the floor and tossed him as he said : " Well, Kittie, I have taken the house." " Have you, dear ? Now do just tell me all about it. Is it ' The Cottage by the Sea' or a 'cobble stone front ' at Riverdale ? Have you plenty of neighbors, and a garden spot, and what rent? Pray don't keep me in suspense ! " An amused smile passed over his face as he seated himself. 55 56 QUAKER IDYLS. " Let me see, question No. i. Is it the ' Cottage by the Sea ? ' Yes, if you choose, for the ocean is only three miles away ; just a lovely drive or even walk through delicious pine wood. A ' cobble stone front?' No, thank you. A small plain wooden box, of a dull gray color, well suited to its neighbors, for there is quite a community of Quakers in the vicinity. Neighbors near ? Yes, decidedly, as our share is only half the box, after all. It was built for a summer home for two brothers, the Aliens, next door to us, you know. Caleb cannot leave town this year, so we can occupy his quarters. Garden spot ? Oh, yes; abundantly large, but all in one inclosure. The house is regularly divided, but the grounds are not. Don't look worried, little wife; you and I and the baby are OUR LITTLE NEIGHBORS. 57 not likely to be troublesome, and I am sure Joseph Allen's staid household will behave itself." And so on the " First of April" we moved. My costume was con siderably demoralized when we reached our summer home. The baby had quite destroyed all the beauty my hat ever had, and my small nephew, who 'had insisted upon going to visit us the first day, was so timid in crossing the river that he clung to my draperies with too much fervor, and I pre sume that I was an object of pity to the few ladies in the cabin. Certain it is that I felt decidedly shabby, tired, and perhaps a trifle out of humor as I entered the cot tage door and dropped my heavy boy on the clean, but carpetless floor. Bridget soon made her ap pearance with a list of the casual ties, and as Jerry had not yet ar- 58 QUAKER IDYLS. rived, I was growing very gloomy when a light tap at the side entrance caused me to spring to my feet. What a picture of simplicity and purity stood before me ! I blushed at the contrast which my disordered finery presented ! Here on my doorstep were two little wrens (I could call them nothing else, although they were certainly girls), one just a trifle taller and larger than the other ; both with soft pink cheeks and brown hair cut close on the neck and parted smoothly and evenly, without a suggestion of crimp or curl. Their dresses were of a drab color, just visible below long white aprons, on which there was not even a superfluous button ! Their linen sunbonnets boasted of no ruffles, and the colored stock ings, which peeped from beneath OUR LITTLE NEIGHBORS. 59 their rather long dresses, were of the same shade. Little gray birds, with just such shy little ways ! The elder one looked up timidly and held toward me a basket, say ing: "Mother sent thee this lunch," " And don't forget, Sallie," whispered the younger, " don't forget about the baby." " Thee can ask that, Debby." The only worldly looking fea ture between them was Debby's blue eyes, and they sparkled and ran riot in spite of her, but her mouth was very serious as she asked : " Would it not relieve thee if Sally and I were to 'tend the baby ? " then glancing at my company, " the children, I mean, while thee lies down on mother's bed." My eyes filled with tears at the 60 QUAKER IDYLS. thoughtfulness of these strangers. I had never known anything about " Quakers " before. The baby was ready enough to exchange Bridget's charms for the dainty little ladies', and I clasped each of his small hands in Debby's, but instantly she transferred one- half her treasure to sister Sally, who turned demurely, and said : " Thank thee. We will watch over him, and presently, if thee thinks best, I can give him some milk." They had not quite reached the garden when Johnny burst forth. In great wrath he was indeed. " Do they fink I am a baby ! " he roared out. " Get my cap, I want to go on the boat again ! " " On the boat, Johnny ! " He colored, and remembering his terror, revenged himself ujx>n me by saying ; OUR LITTLE NEIGHBORS. 6l " I s'pose the reason they calls me chillen is 'cause they's such ole womans demselves ;" and hav ing flung his parting shot he walked off with great dignity. A moment later he was lunch ing superbly from cold chicken and apple tart out of the " 'ole womans' " basket ! Such is mor tal man ! Although I felt inclined to de cline my little neighbor's invitation to " lie down on mother's bed," it was a great help to me to have the baby so well cared for, and Bridget's stout arms ready to stretch and nail carpets. Down they went rapidly, and was it the fresh breeze from the ocean, wafted through the pine trees, or was it the glass of rich Jersey milk that toned me up to such a cheery con dition that, when Jerry's step sounded on the gravel. I rushed 62 QUAKER IDYLS. to meet him, singing " Home, Sweet Home " ? The good man was delighted with my progress, and especially with my report of the lovely little neighbors, which I lingered over. "And where are they now, Kittie ? " " Let us go quietly out to the garden and see, for I am sure I do not intend to impose on good nature by giving over baby en tirely to them." The tall drooping willow tree in the grass plot sheltered a lovely group. Baby mine, sound asleep in the big clothes basket, was snugly tucked up and protected by the little ladies, attended by that fickle youth, Master Johnny. His squeaky voice was plainly heard explaining the mysteries of Cat's Cradle and Wood Sawyer. OUR LITTLE NEIGHBORS. 63 But in a moment more he called wildly : " Aint that a big snake on the baby?" His companions sprang forward hurriedly, but the vicious boy only replied, " April Fool." The two girls hung their heads and colored. I held my breath. I could not believe they did not understand the joke. It was only an instant, and then Sally, laying her soft hand on stupid little Johnny's head, said in the silvery voice, so low and clear : " Dear, could thee not just as well say ' Fourth Month Dunce ' ? " PAMELIA TEWKSBURY'S COURTSHIP. PAMELIA TEWKSBURY'S COURTSHIP. N a certain section of Central New York the contour of the hills forms a remarkable resemblance to a huge/jfc/w, and by this name the region has long been known. A few years since my husband and I, with a young son, took a delightful outing through that locality. Having our own horses and carriage, we made a very leisurely journey, aiming always for a comfortable resting place at night, and bearing away with us each morning a hamper contain ing luncheon for ourselves and a 68 QUAKER IDYLS. bag of oats for the ponies. Thus equipped, we traversed the dis tance to our next lodging accord ing to our daily whim ; picnicking at noon, in true gypsy fashion, beneath some pine trees, or beside a rippling stream ; turning from coffee and sandwiches to a deli cious course of " Humorous Sketches," or a siesta upon pine boughs. Many comical adventures had we. It was difficult to convince the country people, who often stopped to chat with us, that this was recreation. They invariably demanded a legitimate reason for such unusual proceedings, and more than one inquiring visitor searched the light vehicle for some wares that he had " made sure '* we were peddling. Genuine offers of hospitality were not wanting, and many a PAMELIA'S COURTSHIP. 69 pedestrian found a seat in the comfortable little carriage. It so happened one morning that my husband was somewhat bewildered by the conjunction of several roads, and seeing in ad vance of us a sturdy figure moving forward at a good pace we hur ried to overtake it. At the sound of approaching wheels, and the words " My friend, can thee tell me just where Pitcher lies ? " a genial countenance was turned toward us. " Wai, I reckon, this here," in dicating the abrupt hills just before us, " is the handle. What part be ye looking fer ? " He had a ruddy face, very grizzly as to beard, and when he removed his weather-worn hat his smooth, bald crown, with a fringe of white curls, seemed an unfit accompaniment for the twinkling 70 QUAKER IDYLS. eyes of deep blue such eyes as one sometimes sees in babies, wholly undimmed by care or tears. "Why, I really don't know," laughed my husband ; " I was directed to Hosmer's Inn." " Oh, ho ! that's atwixt the nose and the swell. Now ye are smil ing, and well ye may ; but just step out here and ye can see that God A'mighty shaped a perfecter pitcher out of them hills than most men can turn on a wheel no, ye can't drive nigh to this stump, and that's whar yer woman wants to stand." He helped us all to alight, gave me his hand as I climbed to the top of the stump, and pointed with his thumb to a rise of ground far in the rear. " That thar's the rim, being what the pitcher ought to rest on if the Lord had sot it on end." PA M ELI A' S COURTSHIP. 71 There was no possible irreverence in his tone. " Hereabouts," a rolling section nearer us, " is the swell. Just across Bub's left shoulder lies the nose, and here right for'ard is the beginning of the handle. Foller it see it curves jest so." It was very plain, and we all expressed our complete under standing of the " lay of the land." " There is jest four p'ints where you can see the whole figger to onct. Here, by this hick'ry stump ; yander, north of the nose ; south of them pines ye see, and kinder back of the rim. Them's all, but it's worth a journey and I take it ye are travelers to see how darned per fect the thing is. Looked to right, it couldn't be beat ; and I reckon, somehow, it's about so with the most of God A'mighty's doin's 72 QUAKER IDYLS. ef we look to 'em right they're about perfect, that's all there is of it." My husband thanked the old man cordially and invited him to ride with us if his route lay that way. " Wai, now, I don't care ef I do, squire. Ye hev the speech of the Quakers and them's mighty good folk, and it haint often nowadays that I get behind two such spankin' roans as them be. Nor," as he clambered into the front seat, " nor nigh so sensible a looking woman yer wife, maybe ? " " Yes ; this is my wife and son." " It's a darned good thing to hev yer wife with ye, along in life. I haint never had one yit," he added evasively. We all smiled, but the old man didn't notice it. My husband spoke of the crops, of the fine air PAMELIA'S COURTSHIP. 73 and good water. Our visitor an swered in monosyllables. At last, pointing to a white gleam in the distance, he said, almost gleefully : " Now, thar's a woman livin in that house, that I cal'late to call my wife one o' these days ; but time an't come yet." " How so ? " asked I, rather hastily, I fear, for I scented a ro mance. " Wai, it's a long story, but ef ye an't amiss I'd jest as lief tell it. We're mor'n six miles from Hos- mer's." And with this little intro duction the story proceeded. " It was in 1846 that I first come to the nose. Our farm lay afar off to the rim a little mite further. But our deestric wa'n't a-goin' to keep no school that winter ; so I up and asked father ef I dassent go off somewheres and get a job o' chores fer my board, and so 74 QUAKER IDYLS. git one more term of schoolin*. He hadn't no objections, and kinder thought it over, and spoke about Deacon Hinman at the nose being laid up with teesick and reckoned how he might want me. So I packed my big red han'ker- cher full o' traps and socks and shirts, and away I come. I can see myself now a-bobbin' up and down this very lane. It wa'n't worked by team then, and it was full o' yaller-rod and spikenet, for it had been an awful pretty fall. So I, like a boy and I love to pick 'em yit hung a posy bed around my neck, and clean forgot it when I knocked at the deacon's side door. And what do ye think ? The durndest prettiest gal up and opened it. I never was so took back. I allers knowed Deacon Hinman hadn't no darters ; and there she stood and PAMELIA'S COURTSHIP. 75 me a-meachin", till all at once she said : " ' A-peddlin' posies?' "Then my feelin' came back, and I answered her quick : ' Do you like 'em ? ' " And she took 'em, and was a- turnin' away as red as a piny her self when I recollected the dea con's teesick. So I stepped in the room and sot down on the settee, and says I : ' How's the dea con ?' " ' He's abed, 1 says she. " ' Got a man around ?' " ' Ef we haint it's none o' your business. I'm man enough to tell ye that, and if ye haint got nothin' better to do than to sass folks and string posies 'round yer neck, I'd thank ye to git up and go.' " I do not know as I ever heard Pamely Tewksbury say so much to onct in all my days since, fer 76 QUAKER IDYLS. she a'nt no talker ; but, land's sake, didn't she skeer me, and didn't she look purty ! I kinder shook all over, so I scarce got tongue to tell her who I was and what fetched me. She was ashamed enough then ; I see it in her eyes, but she didn't never tell me. No, sir. That a'nt her way. " The deacon's wife came in jest then, half a-cryin', for the cow had kicked her, and it didn't take long afore we struck a bargain, and in the evenin's she told me all about the deacon's teesick and her rheumatiz ; but the only thing I could remember was that the gal was the deacon's niece come to live with them, and her name was Pamely. " My ! how that winter flew by. I don't reckon I 1'arned a great deal to school, but I knew jest how many sticks of wood het the PAMELIA^S COURTSHIP. 77 stove up right to bake, and how to plan to git time fer the churn ing Saturdays, and to turn out the wash-water Monday nights fer a gal who never said tire but I couldn't a-bear to see them little arms a-liftin* so. " Summer time come, and the deacon wa'n't no better, and father said how I'd better stay and hire out for hayin'. I was a powerful worker then I can mow my swath pretty reg'lar now and I was a powerful big eater, too ; but there wa'n't no lack of vittles. The deacon wasallers a good provider, and Pamely was a rare cook." Here he paused, and turning to ward the white speck, now grown into a distinct homestead, he said gravely : " Ef ye was to put up there this very day, and no one a-knowin' of yer comin', she'd set ye afore ?8 QUAKER IDYLS. as good a meal at an hour's notice as ever Hosmer sot for two dollars and a half a day." Then the story went on. "At first I used to talk to Pamely some, but after a while every time I tried to speak some- thin* crammed in my throat, and it got to be so that I dassent try to talk. Evenin's I jest sot and whittled mush-sticks out of white pine, till she bu'st out one night, and says she : " S'pose you think I'm goin' to spile my mush every time with a new tastin' stirrer." And she laughed till she had to go out the room ; but what did I care ef she used them stirrers fer kindlin' ? I'd had my luck lookin' at her fingers fly a-sewin* or a-knittin', and I've got a pair of double blue and white streaked mittens now that she made that winter. It went along so fer 'bout P AMELIA'S COURTSHIP. 79 three year and more. I don't think I keered much fer time. I jest wanted to be a-earnin', winter and summer, and that was what it had come to, fer the deacon didn't git much better, and the wimmen folks couldn't git along without me very well. They do say now I'm dreffle handy ; and so long's Pamely set store by me, I was all right. I declare to goodness, I clean forgot there was another young man in Pitcher but me ! But I had to wake up to it, arter all, and I've wished a thou sand times I had waked up sooner. " Pamely went off on a visit to her folks, and when she come back, onexpected like, a feller fetched her. When I see him a-liftin' her outen the sleigh I felt like a-heavin* a claw-hammer at him ; but when he turned round, 8o QUAKER IDYLS. and I saw what a putty-face he was, says I to myself, ' Pshaw ! ' Several times that winter he come, and set and set, and onct I got up and was a-goin* up the kitchen stairs when I felt somethin' in my heel. I sot down on the top step and pulled my stockin' off, a-look- in' fer a tack or perhaps a broke- off needle, when all of a sudden the door was ajar and they hadn't spoke a word afore I heard Jim Whiffles say : ' I knowed a feller as went a-courtin' one gal fer a whole year.' " ' P'r'aps,' said Pamely. " ' And she didn't chuck him off neither.' " ' S'pose not.' " I tell you I listened close after that, but there was not a sound until Jim shove his chair and got up to go and she took the candle to the outside door, and then she PAMELIA'S COURTSHIP. 8l come in and went right off to bed. " Next mornin' I looked at her sharper'n ever but I couldn't see a shadder on her cheek. She was jest as bloomin' and as quiet as ever, and I knowed she cared more fer my leetle finger than fer the whole of Jim Whiffles' body. " Next time he came it was near New Year's and he sot a big red apple plump in her lap ; but she did not so much as say ' thankee.' I thought she kinder of turned toward me, as much as to say, ' Ef ye had done it, all right.' " ' But I didn't know, and I reckoned I needn't begrudge Jim an evenin's lookin' at her. So I off to bed ag'in. I was thinkin' how mean I had been about lis- tenin' on the stairs, when up through the big stovepipe hole come these words, jerked out as 82 QUAKER IDYLS. usual : ' I think sometime there's goin' to be a weddin' up to our meetin'-house.' " ' Like as not.' " ' And I reckon Jim Whiffles is goin' to pay the dominee.' " l Likely.' " That was all. My heart beat so I thought they must hear it, so I covered my head with the bed clothes, and in five minutes more he went away, callin' out as he drove off, ' Good-night ! ' " I did not sleep much, but I kep' up a thinkin' ; and at last I made out that nobody'd be such a fool as to ask a woman to have him that way ; and it must be Jim felt kinder sneakin', arter visitin 1 of her, and let her know he was a-goin to marry Ary Edwards that I had heard tell he went with. So I was comforted ag'in. "It wa'n't more'n two weeks PAMELIA'S COURTSHIP. 83 afore I was took down with a fever- Pamely nursed me night and day, and every time I see her I said to myself, ' Jest the first time I've got strength to walk to the domi- nee's house we'll be made happy.' Dear little soul ! What a good supper she laid on the table the night I was so tired out with doin 1 of the milkin', havin' done nothin' fer so long. " ' Ezra,' she says, and her face flushed up ; ' Ezra eat. I've cooked it fer you.' " I wanted to blurt right out then that I loved her, but I didn't. " I had to tuck myself up mighty early, for I was clean beat out, and I declare fer it, but I was jest fallin' into a doze like when I heard Jim Whiffles come. Pamely wa'n't done the dishes, so she clattered away, and at last sot down to knittin'. Nary one spoke 84 QUAKER IDYLS. much, only to tell a word or two about the snow storm that was a- brewin'. And I was comforted ag'in, but it was short measure. When the clock had struck nine Jim got up, and while he was put- tin' on his top coat I heard him say : " ' Pamely, I was a-tellin' ye last time I was here about Jim Whif fles paying the preacher?' " ' Jest so.' " ' And you was the gal that the dominee told to love and obey her man.' " ' Jest so.' " J was breathless ! Was there nothin' more to come ? I had almost made up my mind that Jim was gone, when I caught the sound of a very decided smack. Good Lord forgive me, but I fought with the devil that night ! " Pamely and Jim Whiffles was PAMELIA'S COURTSHIP. 85 made one April 6, 1850. He fell heir to some property, and she got a thousand dollars when her uncle died, and a couple thousand more in land when Mrs. Hin- man went off. So things pros pered with them. He was hard- workin' kind of a putterer, but she was a master hand to save, and them children all was like her smart as a steel trap. " Eight years come next Tues day Jim Whiffles died. I didn't need a second lesson Lord A'mighty knows how hard it come to me onct ! and I had loved Pamely right straight through. So, jest six months arter Jim was laid away I made a kind of an errant up to her house, and the very minnit I see her, it all came over me so I couldn't help it, and I screeched right out : 86 QUAKER IDYLS. " ' Pamely, hev me ; do, fer goodness sake, say yes ! Don't you know I allers wanted ye ? ' " She turned 'round, and her eyes was a-flashin' when she an swered : "'Allers? And lived in the same house nigh onto four years ? You had first chance, and now you come whinin' afore Jim's cold.' " I sneaked off. I thought the Lord was ag'in me this time, but I jest couldn't give her up. I kep' right on goin'. All the children one arter another, has married and done well, and she boosted 'em all. " Last Sunday I was over there ag'in, and, somehow, I thought she kind o' squeezed my hand at meetin' ; so I swelled up, and says I, ' Pamely, is Jim cold?' " And she answered back, ' Yes.' " SOME ANTE-BELLUM LET TERS FROM A QUAKER GIRL. SOME ANTE-BELLUM LET TERS FROM A QUAKER GIRL. Ninth Mo., 27th. OTHER DEAR: When first thy loved face faded from view as our carriage left the crooked lane, my tears were inclined to flow, but Uncle Joseph has much of dear father's gentle manner, and he sought to turn my attention to the objects around us. I will not pause now, to tell thee about the pleasures and pains of the journey, for my poor head ached sadly ere we reached Bos ton, but with all the interests that 90 QUAKER IDYLS. surrounded my first long ride in the railroad cars, I could not for get that I was going among com parative strangers, and leaving the dearest spot on earth. I want now to give thee a glimpse, if I can, of the life here, and ask whether or not thee approves of the course I am pursuing. It was quite dark when we got to Uncle Joseph's house, and I think I had a little fear of meeting his wife, whom I can scarcely call "Aunt " without an effort, so dif ferent is she from the simple wo men that I love. Her very first greeting disturbed me, it was so extravagant, and as full of em braces as if she had always known me ; but she was very kind when she learned that my head ached, and supported me tenderly to my chamber, where she helped me undress, and then with her own SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. QI hands, although they have several domestics, brought me a bit of toast and tea. I was sorry to disappoint her but I could not taste it, and she exclaimed petu lantly, yet I may have mistaken the tone : " Bless me, child, you are too young to have whims and it is my duty to see that you keep the roses in your cheeks, or where will the lovers be ? Sit up now, and eat your supper." I am afraid I betrayed the as- tonishmentl felt, but, dear mother, thee could never speak thus, and I did not eat the toast ! Next morning I was out in the garden marveling over the won drous beauty of their surroundings, when Uncle Joseph came to look for me. His is a very sweet spirit, and I may be wrong, but there is pity in my heart for him. 92 QUAKER IDYLS. Not that Aunt Elise (as she calls it, although I should pronounce it Eliza) does not try to do her duty by him, but that her education has given her false standards. She was surprised to see me at breakfast, and asked why I had not called " the maid " to help me dress. I replied that I needed no one, and that thee and father be lieved that it was best to wait upon ourselves; then she held up her finger glistening with jewels, and said : " Tut, tut ! I fear we have a rebel to deal with, and rebels are never attractive. No, no, ma pe tite (which means little one), the maid must assist you. She is from Paris, and knows the art of dress ing, which country girls know nothing about, and I want to send you home with a lover and a trous seau, and that could never be if SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 93 you comb your curls out, and wear a gray frock. " I believe she means to be kind to me, and is not at all disagree able, even though I cannot seem pleased. Well the day passed quickly by, for I was charmed with their green lawn running down to the river side, and a little hedge of white hawthorn, that I am sure would delight thee. Toward evening aunt invited me to drive into the city with her and bring Uncle Joseph home. They do not have dinner until seven o'clock, which seems very late to me ; but about one, or a little before, we have a nice meal which I thought was dinner, until I was told to call it lunch. Aunt herself says it is breakfast. The roads are so pretty, fine houses on every hand. It only 94 QUAKER IDYLS. seems to me that there is an air of extravagance, which I deprecate, for there seem to be no small and unpretentious homes, until the city is reached, and there every thing is so dreary ! I am sure I should get lost very easily, for Boston's streets are as crooked as Philadelphia's are straight. I said to aunt that I should hardly dare for some time to come to town alone, and she answered : " Never, I trust. It is highly improper for a pretty young girl to go out without an attendant." I am sure thee never thought thus. Perhaps she was but try ing to play upon my vanity. I think the neighborhood must be a pleasant one just about Uncle Joseph, for yesterday a number of persons called, and spoke kindly to me. Toward four o'clock one of the young women SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 95 asked aunt's permission for me to accompany her in a walk by the river. Soon after we left the house we came upon a group of young men, and my companion explained to them that she had succeeded in getting me away from my guardian, and then she gave me the names of the party, and I was surprised to know that two of them belonged to the old and respected families of A. and H. It seemed strange to mingle with the descendants of revolu tionary times, and perhaps I ex pressed a little of the awe I felt, when I acknowledged their presence. Thee has often told me that the Lord is no respecter of persons, and warned me against doing honor to anything mortal. Per haps I have received a severe lesson, for I soon found that this 96 QUAKER IDYLS. was a premeditated excursion on the water, and there was a deal of laughter over the ease with which Anna W. had outwitted my aunt. Thee can imagine my dis comfiture, both at finding my self in a false position and also at the discovery of their willingness to engage in deceit. Oh, mother, how have the mighty fallen ! When I became conscious of the whole situation I said, just as I would have said to thee : " If there is any doubt about my aunt's willingness to have me go with you, I must go back at once." And can thee believe it ? they laughed, and off the boat started. Of course there was nothing to do but make the best of it. I tried to talk to young A. about his famous great-grandfather but he seemed not to know much SOME A NTE-BELL UM LE TTERS. 97 about him, and when I spoke of his nobility of character, the young man looked bewildered, and said if there had ever been anything of that kind in the family, it had died out. I began to think so, too, as the afternoon went on for he puzzled me greatly. All of these young men are being educated at Har vard College, yet they did not ap pear to regard their opportunities as unusual, and their references to the professors were not respectful. Edward H. inquired whether I read French and on my saying yes, he at once asked me if I had a good pony and I told him I did not ride on horseback at all, which seemed to amuse them greatly, and Anna afterward ex plained that a pony was a transla tion a key of the whole lesson which the teachers do not expect 98 QUAKER IDYLS. them to use, but which nearly the entire class possess. We talked about the matter a little, and I said I should not think one could learn anything thus, and Edward H. replied " That is not what we go to Har vard for ! " How strange it sounded ! And yet it was not so distressing to me as the discovery that these young men have absolutely no interest in anti-slavery movements. They talked about Garrison and Phillips as fanatics, and said " This med dling with other people's concerns is a very dangerous business." I ventured to ask " And was it not ' meddling ' to throw the tea overboard." But they said I was getting too deep for them. And then F. A. told me that only a very insignifi cant part of Boston people re- SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 99 spected the Abolitionists. This new party they admitted has an anti-slavery wing, but that it must be clipped or we shall have trouble. " Trouble " I cried and I admit, mother dear, that I talked perhaps, more than I ought " how can a man rest easy without trou bling the public conscience about the poor slaves." A. tried to show me that the best way to eradicate slavery is to be on good terms with the slaveholders, and have no concern for the black man, who is only an animal I think he said after all, and when it proves itself a failure in a busi ness sense, as he admitted it must be, then slavery will die out ! Not a spark of humanity about him, not a thought of God's suf fering children, only a fear of disturbing business relations with a rich section ! My heart stood 100 QUAKER IDYLS. almost still with astonishment. Here in Boston, where I had looked for the broadest humanity and the clearest intelligence, here on the lips of the descendant of a great patriot were words of cow ardice and self-seeking ! When at last the boat turned about, and the young men gave Anna W. and myself lessons in rowing, we came again to the little landing, and there on the bank stood aunt in search of us. I felt mortified, and would have explained only that I could not reproach others, and I expected her to reprimand me, but lo ! she only shook her finger and said : " Well, girls will be girls, and even a pretty Quakeress is not proof against temptation." How I wanted to tell the whole story ! But, mother dear, I did not. Was I wrong ? And the young men SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. loi went away and my cheeks burned as aunt called after them, " I know you will want to see those roses again." Good-night dear, dear mother. Tenth Mo., 3oth. MY DEAR MOTHER : I know thee will not feel it to be wrong for me to tell thee of my trials as well as my pleasures, for thee has taught me that nothing is too small a matter to lay before our Heavenly Father, and in many respects I am puzzled by the new life I am leading here. Particu larly do I regret having to think, and even to dwell upon, questions concerning money. That is, as thee has said, a necessity of our physical being, but must ever be relegated to the background in our thoughts. Uncle Joseph has asked me several times already 102 QUAKER IDYLS. whether my purse was not empty, but although I have answered with a laugh that I did not see the bottom yet, I feel that I have been a little lavish, and of course I cannot permit another to pur chase for me the luxuries which my pleasure-loving heart alone demands. If thee wishes thee may send me some more, but should it prove inconvenient to do so, merely mention such to be the case, and I will absent myself from those excursions that are likely to be expensive. I have been much mortified more than once already, by Ed ward H. or F. A. paying where I am concerned. The first time this occurred was the day we sailed in the harbor. There were car fares, and boat tickets to be purchased, and I SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 103 awaited Anna W.'s movement, before getting out my purse. To my surprise she said nothing about it, and the young men bought everything for us all. I estimated the cost at about a dollar apiece, which thee sees is quite an item when figured for four. So at the close of the day, for we had lunch and all, I spoke to Edward about it. We were walk ing at the time, and he stopped and laughed so immoderately that I was hurt. Perceiving this, he turned and taking my hand, said gently : " Do not deny me this pleasure. Oh, if I could always do it for you ! Your gratitude is so sweet." What does thee think he meant, mother dear ? I was so perplexed by his speech that I was almost glad when Anna and F. A. turned to ask the cause of the laughter. 104 QUAKER IDYLS. But how thoughtful Edward was not to expose me to others' mer riment, for he turned the talk in another way immediately. Was it not right and womanly in me to offer to pay the expense I had incurred ? I want thy opinion, for I think it was, only, from his manner and that of Anna before, I fear such is not the cus tom ; but I shall greatly hesitate to place myself under similar cir cumstances again. It was with this thought in mind that I declined to go with them the next Seventh day. Everyone thought I was sick, and aunt be gan to imagine that I had looked pale all day ! I denied feeling poorly, and was beginning to get embarrassed, when Edward H. walked to the window and asked me to come and see a peculiar cloud. This drew away the atten- SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 10$ tion of the others and he said very gently : " That cloud is no more pecu liar than the one which has arisen between us, and it does not threaten half the harm." Then he went on to tell me that he sus pected the reason of my refusal, and asked me to consider whether I would not like to do some small favor for him. I replied " Cer tainly." " Then," he said, " never speak of money where I am con cerned, again. I have much more than I need, and I could not spend it in any manner that could both profit and please me more than by taking you about this region. Consider, too, the favors our family have had from your uncles.** Was it not kindly done ? And too, does thee not agree with my opinion that it soundcd\\ke Friends' 106 QUAKER IDYLS. teaching ? I shall await thy judg ment impatiently but I went with him. Another curious thing has hap pened too. I expect thee will laugh at the many adventures that befall me. On Sixth-day evening it rained very 4iard, but Uncle Joseph had tickets for a con cert, which they wished very much that I should hear. I thought it would be discour teous to decline, although I do feel that vast sums are thus frittered away, which might bene fit the poor. To my surprise aunt said I should wear a wool frock, as we were not going to take the horses on account of the rain, but would be driven only to a point where we can meet the horse railroad, which is often a very great convenience. Notwithstanding the bad SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 107 weather there was a large number of persons present in the hall. I cannot pronounce judg ment upon the concert, for I have no knowledge concerning these things. One lady who sang seemed to have, naturally, a sweet voice, but it was overstrained, and the long drawn notes were quite offensive. I am sure, however, that the audience was satisfied, and uncle and aunt have re peatedly signified their delight, and hope to have another oppor tunity to listen to her. I did my best to express my thanks for the kindness in taking me, without mentioning my distaste for such entertainments, but my aunt sus pected me, and laughingly said " I believe you are sleepy, child." And in truth I was! However, I was soon wide enough awake. We missed the car we had hoped 108 QUAKER IDYLS. to gain, and had to wait in a little room, nearly half an hour. All sorts of people were there. More than once aunt said wearily, " I hate these mixed crowds, and I shall not let my pity for the horses inconvenience us like this again." For my part I was quite inter ested in watching the people. Just as the car came there was a new throng, and we found it nec essary to separate our seats. In deed uncle, with many other gen tlemen, was forced to stand the whole way. Just in front of me was a group of Harvard students, and the moment of starting added to their numbers some who were evidently under the influence of liquor. One of them was a very young fellow, neatly dressed and with a sweet expression of counte nance, but, mother dear, he was SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. IOQ really intoxicated. He staggered into the door, and leaning against the post actually snored. Many of the persons present laughed, but the sight was very sad to me, and a nice young man, tall and straight as Cousin Benjamin, who was close beside me, said, no doubt observing my distress : "This troubles you." I answered: " Indeed it does ; think of the boy's parents ! " He assented, and remarked that the lad was evi dently a " Freshman " that is, a newcomer at college for that is what they are called in their first year. "And what will become of him when he gets out of the car ?" I asked, for I could plainly see that the poor boy was too much befogged to find his way home alone. " If he has no friend with him, HO QUAKER IDYLS. a policeman may get hold of him." " How terrible," I said, with some warmth perhaps. " I suppose," continued the young man after quite a pause, " that I could take him to his room if he has any way to indicate where that is, or to mine until morning, if that will relieve your mind." I supposed I brightened up a good deal at this, and I urged it upon him, but he did not posi tively promise, for he quite shocked me by bending close to me and saying almost in a whisper : " If I do, it will be done for your sake, remember, and one good turn deserves another, so tell me where you go to church." I was so much surprised that for a moment I could not answer ; then he repeated his request, but the car stopped with a jerk that it usually SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. Ill has, and my uncle and aunt signified that we were to get out. The carriage was waiting, but we had scarcely made ourselves comfortable, when my aunt ex claimed : " Sallie, I do believe you were talking to those strange men in the car. What will you do next to astonish me ? " I saw my uncle closely regard ing me, and with a more severe expression than I had ever seen him wear, but I could not believe I had done wrong to take a humane interest in the tipsy boy. So I told them all about it except that I did not repeat the foolish speech of the tall young man ; it was not worth remembering. My uncle's face softened as he heard me out, and he patted my aunt's plump hand and said, smil ing at me : 112 QUA KER ID YLS. " I guess she means well always, 6lise. Customs differ, you know." But I do not think she regarded it so lightly, for she sighed heavily, and on First day when I stood ready to accompany her to meeting I mean church she came into the entry leading to my room, and began : " Sallie, child, I beg you not to talk to the minister between prayers," and then she suddenly turned, took my cheeks between her hands and kissed each of them, saying rather wildly I thought, " But I declare, ma petite, you are pretty enough to turn the head of any male crea ture." She is a strange person ! So full of moods and tenses I might say but very very kind to thy simple Sallie. Of course thee understands SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. "3 that I gave no clew whatever to the place of worship where I was in the way of going. Nevertheless, last First - day night, when I walked to the " Ves per Service," I think it is called, in company with our young friends, Anna, F. A., and Edward H., whom should I see standing in the vesti bule, but the tall young man ! I assure thee I wanted to ask him how it fared with the poor tipsy boy, but I dared not, particularly after what aunt had said to me. Still, I could not be unmindful of his presence all through the hour, for he followed us into the room and sat just where he could see us all the time. I resolved to banish worldly thoughts, but I am afraid I did not, so that I grew very uncomfortable, and was glad when the end came, but even then I was pained by Edward asking 114 QUAKER IDYLS. me where in the world I had met Jack D. I answered that I was not acquainted with any person so named. " Well, that is a puzzle," he said, " for he has been in Europe six months, and this is the first time I have laid eyes on him, yet I could have declared [he really said sworn, but I don't think he means evil by it] that he recognized you as we went in." I had to say something, so I in quired what class " Jack D." be longed to, and this was his re sponse : " Great Jehosephat ! Jack D. is the swellest senior on record. If once you get into his cave he sports his oak, and treats you like a nabob." The Harvard vernacular is sometimes hard to translate ! SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 11$ But I am burning too much gas. Affectionately, THY DAUGHTER. Eleventh Mo., 3d. MOTHER DEAR : Anna W. and I have just returned from what was in many respects a most interest ing excursion, and yet it had its dark side. Almost immediately after I had written to thee last week, aunt carried me to town and insisted upon my choosing several nice garments. It was wholly unneces sary, for my wardrobe, thee knows, was very comfortable, and I did not care to be under so great obli gation to her, but I found that to do otherwise would hurt her feel ings, so I chose, very reluctantly, a white merino that she said I must have to wear in the evening, and Il6 QUAKER IDYLS. aunt herself selected a pretty pale blue silk. It seems gay for me, but she has promised that it shall be made in a plain way. I am afraid, however, that her ideas and mine concerning those things will not agree. Lastly, she bought a gown and cloak of a heavy texture, and trimmed with beautiful gray fur. There is a muff too. I sub mit rather than enjoy taking so much, pretty as the things are. I am not certain that I can trust my pride, which gets the better of poor mortals so soon, but thee told me to do as nearly as possible without troubling my conscience, as aunt desires, therefore I shall wear the expensive garments with less thought of the unneces sary outlay than I otherwise could. Uncle Joseph says the color of the fur is the only thing that reconciles me to the purchase. SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. II? Indeed I am ashamed to tell thee that the making of each dress for I saw the bill has cost about seven dollars ! Well, I will add to this worldly record, that when the cloak and muff came home, there was also a round hat, with a long soft feather on it ! Of course, I could not be comfortable in that, and as it is quite a new thing for me to wear aught but a bonnet, aunt was persuaded by dear Uncle Joseph to substitute a bit of rib bon and a band of the fur for the feather, but I almost wish thee could have seen it just as I first did, it was beautiful ! The young men come home from Harvard College every Sev enth day at noon, and we mostly go together, Anna W., F. A., Edward H., and myself for a drive or a walk. It is getting rather 1 1 8 QUA KER ID YLS. cool for boating. Aunt seems to find it quite "proper " for four of us to be together. She says (I hate to tell thee this) that either of the boys would be a very desir able "parti!" Such suggestions drive away all the pleasure that would come from their companion ship, so I try to turn a deaf ear when she approaches the subject. To-day we went to Nahant, a beautiful rocky beach, where there is a large hotel in summer, and many charming seaside homes. One of the cottages is owned by a relative of F. A. and is still open, so we agreed to accept an invitation to dine. It was so cool that I wore my new gown and hat, but they all had so much to say concerning their perfections and becoming- ness that I felt pained, and told them so. Edward H. was quite SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. HQ serious over it and asked me why I should not enjoy knowing I had fine eyes, unusual hair, and a bright color. Of course I could only answer that if God had given me honest eyes and healthy color I was very glad, but that" I believed he did not wish me to think too much about them and Edward said, " Well, you need not. We will do the thinking." So then I blushed more and more, but I managed to ask him not to do any more talking about it. We left Uncle Joseph's at eight o'clock in the morning, F. A. driv ing his father's horses, which are very fleet. I never had a more exhilarating ride. The air was delicious and we were a long time directly by the ocean. Oh, I wished for thee continually ! Anna wanted to drive part way. So Edward got back in the seat with 120 QUAKER IDYLS. me, and presently our conversa- tion drifted into politics. Thee knows I am no politician, and that I adhere to the belief of Garrison, that the Constitution of the United States is a "Covenant with Hell," but I confess 1 am greatly inter ested in the Republican party. If Charles Sumner is right in his opinion of the Constitution, then through political action we may look for the final overthrow of slavery, but Edward is not even a Republican ! He says the very foundations of our government will be shaken if they elect their president, and I am not sure that he is wrong ! Let them be shaken, and relaid say I. He calls me a rebel, and warns me that if another Anthony Burrs appears in Boston, I may walk the streets in chains, as a conspirator against the peace and well-being of society. I can SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 121 see that he goes to greater length than he otherwise might, because he thinks it teases me. I asked F. A. to what party he belonged, and he quickly answered, " The Know Nothings." I could not help joining in the laugh that followed, although it is a serious matter to me, and the levity with which these young men, of stanch old revolutionary blood, treat such questions astonishes me be yond measure. Indeed I have as yet met no one whom I could characterize as other than " conservative." One evening I said this in the parlor, and aunt quickly answered that to be erratic was always unpopular, and young people cannot afford to forego the pleasures of society. So she begged me not to say much even though I felt a great deal. 122 QUAKER IDYLS. No doubt she intended to do me a kindness by this warning, but the contrast between this teaching and thine, dear mother mine, brought tears to my eyes. I think Uncle Joseph must have observed them, for when aunt was called out of the room, he patted me on the head and whispered, " Next week I am going to give my little girl a treat. We will not talk about it now, but she shall see and hear some Bostonians who are not conservatives." I kissed him, and then we both laughed ; and when aunt came in again he proposed a game of authors, which we play very often. It is quite new, and I am sure they have learned it in kindness to me, since they have discovered that I do not play cards. Did I ever tell thee my experience on this matter ? It was soon after my arrival that SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 123 a party of friends came in to spend the evening, and cards were proposed. It seems that aunt is a great card player whist I be lieve they call it and prides her self not a little on teaching it to others. It needs a certain number to perfect the game, and includ ing myself there was just enough for two parties. When I found how matters were I am afraid I felt cowardly about avowing my principles. It is so unpleasant to make others uncomfortable, but I did not hesitate long. I spoke quietly to Uncle Joseph and asked him please not to count me, as I could not play. Aunt heard me and answered before he had time to do so : " Oh, that does not amount to much. You shall be my partner, and as you are sur prisingly quick to learn, I will guarantee that another time you 124 QUAKER IDYLS. can lead a game." I know my poor cheeks burned, but I had to tell her more. " Dear aunt," I said, " it is not that I am ignorant, for you are both ever ready to help me, but that I believe it is wrong." I wish thee could have seen the astonishment on her face. Her tone changed at once, and she spoke rather harshly, " Come, come, child, let us have no whims. How often do you have to be told that the judgment of your elders is enough. This is no concern of yours save to do as you are bid ; take your place." I am sure I do not know what would have fol lowed for I certainly could never have yielded and even for peace' sake touched the pasteboard that is connected in my mind with all that is low and of evil report. But our struggles are never for gotten, and a friend was raised SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 12$ up. One of the ladies appealed to her brother to know if he had the new game in his pocket authors and then very graciously aunt permitted half of us to play this very simple and innocent amusement. Why is it to do right sometimes costs so much trouble to others? I think thee would say : We cannot solve all the problems of life ; this is one that must rest with a higher intelli gence than our own. Uncle Joseph has just brought me a card of invitation to a party at the house of John B.'s mother. A queer little dark woman full of learning* ! With the card was a penciled note : " Our liberal enter tainment will not take place until the week following Thanksgiv ing." I suppose uncle wrote this, rather than talk about it before my aunt. But how sad it must 126 QUAKER IDYLS, be for two really well-meaning people not to agree in their prin ciples. Dear mother, I have kept this letter until after the party in order to tell thee about it, but I am afraid neither of us will quite enjoy my relation of it. In the first place aunt insisted upon dressing my hair and arrang ing some flowers about my blue silk frock. She is really an artist in those things, and with the help of the maid I scarcely knew my self ! Forgive me, if I say I could but admire the creature they had constructed. And yet it made me cry, I looked like a stranger ! I thought best not to say a word but to go just as I was, in order to please her. Every time I passed a glass I felt like an imposter ! Dear Uncle Joseph drove with me in the carriage and came after me SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 127 at what they regard as an early hour, eleven o'clock. On the way he said, " Little girl, try and for get your furbelows, and next time I will persuade aunt to let you go in your simple white frock." So I was comforted. And indeed I tried hard to forget, but I could not. People looked at me on every hand, and I thought it must be because it was as if I was trying to be someone else than a Friend. Then came another trial. There was a large room with a linen cover over the rich carpet, and dancing going on. The musicians sat in the upper hall, and supper was served from ten on. I had no sooner gone through with the ceremony of various introductions, than I was surrounded by young men, who asked me to dance. I suppose they did so out of kind ness to a stranger, but Anna W. 128 QUAKER IDYLS. helped me in my trouble, by say- ing " Yes " to each one that asked me, and then I explained that Friends did not think it right to dance, and one young man made us laugh heartily by saying : " Why, I thought you were a Quaker or a Shaker, or something that dances all the time, even when they go to church ! " Did not that show gross ignorance ? The supper, too, tried me, for everyone, almost without an excep tion, took a glass of wine ! Anna told me it was a " light wine," but that could make no difference to me. Edward H. was my escort, and when I declined taking it, he put his glass down untouched. I thought it was very wise in him. Perhaps the thought of its inju rious influence was new to him. We did not talk about it, but half SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 1 29 a dozen times we were urged to drink. It really made me sad, for these young men are not proof, always, against temptation, and indeed I had reason to fear before I left, that the wine had affected one of them at least; for as I stood waiting to say Good-night, he asked if he might accompany me home, and when I told him uncle was coming for me, he added : " I do not blame him for trying to keep such a beauty to himself as long as possible ! " During the evening a young matron living near here told me some of their friends had proposed to have a series of " sociables," meeting at their houses alter nately, and wished me to join. I am sure it is very kind, although I do not know what sort of enter tainments these are to be, but I thanked her and said I would ask 13 QUAKER IDYLS. aunt's permission, and to my sur prise, as she threw my shawl about my shoulders, she stooped and kissed me, " Good-by for the present ! " That is what they use here as the form of farewell. THY LOVING DAUGHTER. Eleventh Mo., 24th. DEAR MOTHER : Oh, what a treat I have had! Nothing that Uncle Joseph could have done would have given me more pleas ure than attending the Anti- Slavery Fair, held in Music Hall last week. I think thee cannot estimate aright the effort which it cost him, unless thee calls to mind all that I have told thee concern ing the real relation of the business men of Boston to the compara tively small number belonging to the A. S. Society. Of course aunt knew about our attendance, SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 131 although I doubt whether she had an invitation to join us, and she made merry continually over what she called our " escapade." When I went upstairs to get my cloak, she called to me, " Girly, put on all your outre" garments; you must look odd, or you will not be in harmony with your surround ings. Only queer people belong." The entertainment began at half-past seven with a tea ; that is, small tables were scattered about, where one could sit down, and the ladies handed around tea and cakes. My pleasure began at once, for we had scarcely entered the hall, which, by the way, is very large, when we met Uncle Joseph's old friend, Daniel K. I had seen him before, and he told me how much I was like grandmother. So now, as soon as he saw us, he tucked my hand under his arm 132 QUAKER IDYLS. and bore me across the room, where, behind one of the tables sat a stout elderly woman, in a very queer cap. I have seen pic tures like it, and does thee re member Elizabeth Jones, who did our laundry work one summer ? She wore a similar one. It was not thin like thine, but rather heavy in texture, with a wide frill about the face. But the woman beneath it was very attractive. She had such bright eyes and a most winning smile. She spoke with Friend Daniel, and I did not catch his words, but immediately she came around to us, stroked my hair and invited me to pour tea. Then someone else came and called her by name, and who does thee think it was ? Lydia Maria Child. When I realized that I was helping the writer of those beautiful stories, I SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 133 had to turn and look at her more closely and I could not help say ing, " Did thee ever know David and Jonathan ? " We laughed together, and she seemed pleased that I had read her works. For an hour or more we waited on the cake and tea, and then Uncle Joseph took me over to the other side where articles were exposed for sale. I bought a few trifles, which uncle insisted upon paying for, but thee knows just about what Philadelphia fairs are, so I will not repeat. One thing how ever I must speak of. I selected a tiny package of visiting cards tied together with a bit of ribbon, and each one was inscribed with the name of a prominent Abolish- ionist written by himself. Wil liam Loyd Garrison, Wendell Phillips, Charles Remond, Stephen Foster, and so on. I thought I 134 QUAKER IDYLS. should like to keep them until I am old, and tell my children how I came to have them. I also bought a pocket pincushion with alternate black and white pins. Presently there was some music, for which I did not care, and then a gentleman announced Wendell Phillips as a speaker. My ! but I wish thee had been there ! Such enthusiasm ! and with good rea son. I do not believe I ever saw a finer looking man. He has a little look of a man of the world, but one forgets that as soon as he opens his lips. Then came forth no uncertain sounds, but genuwie thunderbolts of truth and elo quence. Oh, it was grand ! Uncle says he spoke over half an hour, but it seemed short to me, and as he left the platform I sighed. Uncle Joseph inquired what I would like next, and I an- SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 135 swered " Either Sumner or Emer son," and lo ! as if I had touched a magic spring, both of them ap peared. The former, thee is aware, is not able to do duty, but his magnificent presence was enough, and he smiled down at the audience with a great friend liness as he said he " wanted to introduce Ralph Waldo Emerson." Everybody laughed and cheered, and the gentle philosopher spoke only a little time, about human rights and human wrongs. I was much impressed by his manner, which is that of one who solilo quizes rather than of an orator. He is a great contrast in appear ance too, to those who preceded him tall and slender, his head bowing just a little, as if it was heavy with great thought, but there is not much fire about him, and thee would undoubtedly like 136 QUAKER IDYLS. him the better for it. He is very genial, for I saw him talking and smiling with all who approached. I hear that he has a great rever ence for the individual, and looks not for the foibles, but the majesty of the man. I asked Uncle Joseph if he thought it would be right for me to speak with William Lloyd Gar rison, of whom dear grandfather had so much to say, and I soon found that the very name of my good ancestor was a passport everywhere in the room. I was introduced to the Garrison young people, three sons at least ; and the mother asked me to come and see her, which I should like to do, but it is scarcely probable. I do not wish to offend aunt's prej udices, unnecessarily, and my visit there could be of no real use. SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 137 I saw Elizabeth Peabody, who is trying to interest people in the kindergarten methods of teaching young children, by playing and talking with them, rather than through books, and it certainly seems a most reasonable system. It seems to me now as if I had seen Boston, for the people who were at the Fair were the very people I have heard about, and read about all my life the people indeed, whom / supposed con stituted Boston, and yet outside their own circle, few know or care whether they exist. I am wrong. They have been raised up for a holy purpose, and if, as it seems, the busy mart is deaf to their en treaties for universal liberty, un conditional emancipation, the sin will lie at its own door should bloodshed follow. I am afraid this meeting with 133 QUAKER IDYLS. those in whom I am so much interested will rather spoil me for our everyday routine. It is pleasant enough, but it seems selfish to devote so large a share of time to one's entertainment. I sometimes long for active work; but aunt says it spoils the domes tics (servants is her word) to help them, and it spoils a " lady's hands " ! I never heard thee com plain in that way, and there are no dearer or daintier hands than thine, which are ready for pot or pan, needle or butter mold. Per haps it is a little Pharisaical to thank God we are " not like other men," but I am thankful that I was sent into thy arms ! I have been tempted to say that I had a complete pleasure at the Anti-Slavery Fair, but as I was about to write it thus, a reminder came to me of one thing that \ SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 139 wanted and did not get, and that was a piece of temperance mince pie j for I heard it said that there were such in an adjoining room, and much as I like pies, I have steadfastly declined tasting those that looked so nice at uncle's table, for I know full well they are made with a strong infusion of brandy. We came out home by the horse railroad again, and I somehow could not help thinking about the poor tipsy boy and the tall young man, and strange enough, the latter got into our car ! I did not lift my eyes once, on the whole route, for he sat directly opposite me, and I thought it would be dis courteous not to acknowledge his presence, and to do so would trouble my uncle. So I was espe cially weary when we got out, and I thought the young man went n 140 QUAKER IDYLS. further, but just as we stopped he sprang up as though he had been asleep and in hurrying out he jostled me, and begged me to excuse it. He has a fair voice, manly, and direct, and but what does thee think ? after he had passed, there was a scrap of paper lying on my muff ! Perhaps I ought to have thrown it away with out reading, but I did want to know about the poor lad, and so I crumpled it up in my glove, until I got into my quiet chamber, and then I saw that it was a bit torn from a newspaper border, and beautifully written with a lead pencil. It said : " I took him home and have talked with him since about the wrong he has done. I think it will not happen again." Was it not kind in " Jack D." to let me know in this way, with- SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 141 out intruding upon me, or even signing his name ? I intended to bring home the little cushion I bought at the fair, but when I told Edward H. all about it, he said that he would like a memento to recall what I have told him about the sin of slavery, which I really believe he had never been taught to consider. So I gave him the pinball. I must tell thee about my French lessons next time. Aunt speaks with a fine accent, they tell me ; and she thinks I have been well taught. I wish I could kiss thy dear cheek. Farewell, SALLIE. PHILADELPHIA, Fourth Mo., 26th. MOTHER DEAR : Thy presence has been roundabout me through- 142 QUAKER IDYLS. out the day, and I cannot sleep until I have availed myself of this poor medium, my pen, to convey to thee some of the thoughts that fill my mind. Cousin Henry went with me to attend the morning meeting at Race Street, where we listened to words of warning and words of comfort from the lips of Friend B. and Friend T., and I was quite lost in meditation following the dis course of the latter, whose fine voice I ofttimes fear has an influ ence over me that should only be the result of his spiritual teaching. Then Lucretia Mott arose and spoke very acceptably, as she has ever done, to me. Yet it was not the words that fell from her lips that so greatly affected me, it was the memory of a strange scene that I have recently witnessed that endeared her to me, and it is SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 143 of this that I am anxious thee should know. On Second day, while we were awaiting Cousin Henry at the cus tomary dinner hour, a lad brought in a note asking aunt to excuse his non-appearance and begging her to bring some friends and join him at the office of the U. S. Commissioner on Fourth Street as soon after two o'clock as pos sible. It seems that a colored man had been claimed as a fugitive slave by a Southerner staying in the city, and this reaching the ears of a prominent Abolitionist, a few persons resolved to make a strenu ous effort to have the case pub licly tried. Such, as thee knows, is not the usual proceeding, for the poor creatures are generally given over to the hands of their taskmasters 144 QUAKER IDYLS. with very little noise or show of justice. The watchword was quickly passed, and when the case was opened the small room was densely packed and it was made evident to the commissioner that consider able excitement prevailed. He therefore judged it best to delay further trial until 2 p. M., at which hour the court would sit in the large hall just around the cor ner, by Independence Square, and it was there that aunt took me. Friend J. and his wife, Eliza beth C. and two sons, and four or five other "plain bonnets and broad brims," entered the room about the same time that we did. A. L., whom thee remembers, was present and arranged comfortable seats for us, some having benches, others chairs, while a large table in the middle of the hall was sur- SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 145 rounded with the roughest looking men I ever saw ! They were armed with pistols and bowie knives and handled their weapons too freely to make me comfortable. And yet how cowardly I felt when I glanced at the poor slave face so full of terrible anticipation ! The room was fast filling up with Southern sympathizers when Lucretia Mott quietly took her place beside the colored man, and after speaking kindly with him drew forth her knitting work ! I never saw anything so diabolical as the countenances of the com pany about the table, as they com mented to each other upon her appearance there. Evidently they resolved to render her situation as trying as possible, which, I assure thee, they never failed to do during the whole session. Of course thee knows I had 146 QUA KER ID YLS. never been in a court room before, and so I am afraid I shall not be able to give thee anything more than a very meager account of the regular proceedings. It seems that the identity of the slave had first to be proved, with the date of his escape. Then the poor man brought what .testimony he could quickly gather as to his having lived near Lancaster for a greater length of time than his would-be owner asserted. The evidence was given under great difficulties because the strong Southern bias of the crowd broke forth in wild cries and oaths, whenever the adverse testimony came on. Sometimes the noise was deafen ing. The commissioner is a frail man of middle age, and l>y the way, a descendant of 'Friends. He made great exertion to main tain order, but frequently looked SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 147 as if he feared the result of inter ference. Hour after hour went on. The twilight had grown into darkness and midnight finally drew near. None of the anti-slavery party had been allowed to leave the room, or rather having left it, to return. Everyone was getting hungry, yet I think we all thought especially of the good woman who sat so calmly beside the not over cleanly colored man, but I am bound to add, with a group of tried and true friends close around her. In one of the pauses loud voices were heard outside, and a rush toward the door gave us fear that a measure was on foot to seize the prisoner and carry him off under the very eye of the law, but we found the trouble arose from a young man insisting upon being 148 QUAKER IDYLS. allowed to enter with refreshments for Lucretia Mott. He was actu ally driven away by force, and only after a hazardous entry, by means of a water pipe and win dow, was he able to present the modest supper to her. Thee will not be surprised to know that she at once shared it with other Friends in attendance. Soon after daylight the com missioner announced that the tes timony had all been taken and he found himself too much fatigued to continue the sitting, therefore the court was adjourned until 2 p. M. of that day. I had grown very restless, as thee may imagine, and turning to aunt I said, " I scarcely dare breathe for fear the poor man must go back to his chains." A. L., who sat near, touched me lightly on the shoul der, and replied : " Prepare thy- SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 149 self calmly for the worst in life, and thus thee will not be over whelmed when disaster comes, and should the best be realized thy joy will be proportion ate." I think I shall never forget his remark. The whole scene is so vivid before me. I cannot close my eyes without seeing every detail of the crowded room, dimly lighted, and the shadowy figures in the shady corners leaning anx iously forward to catch the expres sion as well as the words of an earnest old black man, who was questioned and cross-questioned for hours on the witness stand. I know, mother, that had it been I, I should certainly have made some mistake, but he did not get greatly confused, only wandered slowly over and over again in his statements and settled down upon ISO QUAKER IDYLS. what proved to be the absolute truth. It seems he was a small gar dener in the neighborhood where the prisoner worked, and had written down in his rough note book the date of the stranger's arrival. This book was the only direct testimony in favor of free dom, for all the other witnesses became confused, or else exhibited clearly the falsity of their state ments. As it turned out, the good, conscientious gardener had made a mistake in his date, and the commissioner suspected it, but as A. L. told us they could not go behind the written facts and we all thought he was, indeed, greatly harassed by the situation and was glad enough to be able " to give the prisoner the benefit of the doubt," which I suppose is a formal phrase that applies to SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 151 causes decided upon suspicious evidence, and thee knows, it is often said that English law leans toward mercy. Alas ! that it should not always be based upon justice ! And, mother dear, thee will recall here a great deal that I have written thee about the young men of New England with whom I have been thrown during the year. I cannot bring myself back to the old thought that I bore concerning them. I expected the H. and A. families were as eager for the abolition of slavery as their fore fathers were to found a " free and independent nation," and be hold ! they jeer at Garrison and Phillips and hesitate to do any thing that will hurt Southern pride. Thee has ever taught me to " judge not," yet I would that the 152 QUAKER IDYLS. youth of distinguished patriot families now enjoying every edu cational advantage at the great seat of learning Harvard Col lege might also feel the throb of sympathy for the oppressed. But we must turn back to the terrible slave trial. At times, toward dawn espe cially, when the men grew weary, I suppose, the pistols were flourished as if they were harmless things. I drew very near to dear aunt once, but she quietly pointed to Lu- cretia Mott, whose age required rest, but whose motion betrayed neither her weariness nor deep concern. It was a relief when a little before nine o'clock the court was adjourned. It seems there was some thought of at tempting a forcible capture of the man on trial, but his anti-slavery friends gathered close about him SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 153 and thus remained until he was in the hands of the officers of the law. Of course we were very tired, but nothing of small importance could have kept us from rejoin ing the throng, for such it had now become, when court opened again that afternoon. What is called the " argument " began as soon as order was es tablished. First the lawyer on one side, a much disfigured man named B. B., tried to show that all the evidence was in favor of the slaveholder. That is, that the man claimed was really the es caped slave, and this being so, the commissioner ought to give him up. Then the other, G. E., made a most satisfactory response, stat ing that the only evidence to be relied upon was the gardener's account book, and that distinctly 154 QUAKER IDYLS. showed the man to have been free at the time he was said to have run away. Oh, mother ! I wish thee could have heard him. I know it is dangerous to allow one's enthusiasm too great liberty, but I never felt so well satisfied with any speaker before. At last it was over and a long reading from the commissioner closed the matter. Even aunt, I think, was in doubt how it might end, until the very last sentence, and then although I did not ap prove of the sentiment I could not help a touch of sympathy with a man near me who shouted ex citedly, " You have saved your soul, commissioner ! " Such excitement ! People shook hands and cried and the slave had disappeared ! No one saw him go, no one seemed to know where he went, but aunt whis- SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 155 pered to me that it was all right, he was taken in charge by a friend and would be immediately out of harm's way. I think it was an hour before we could get down to the street, so thronged was the staircase, and everyone seemed happy over the result. I am inclined to think my mind dwelt as much on the awful re sponsibility of the commissioner as upon the released man. How can one bind himself by an oath to serve a government that has made this iniquitous bond with the slaveholders ? I almost hope to learn later that this dreadful experience has led to the resigna tion of Commissioner L. There was one other thing, mother dear, that gave me great joy. In the midst of the enthusi asm, someone seized my hand. I was not astonished at the move- 156 QUAKER IDYLS. merit for every heart seemed to be throbbing with sympathy and brother love, but I assure thee I was very happy when I lifted my eyes and saw bending over me the familiar face of Edward H.! What a fine face it is ! And on this occasion burning with new born devotion to principle ! It is needless to say that he has since been to visit us, and that he is going to return to Penn sylvania during the summer and has kindly responded to my invitation to come to our home. Thee cannot help loving him, I know, nor can dear father either, and you will both rejoice that for Edward has so expressed it through your simple Sallie's teach ing a strong man has been led to see the enormity of our national sin, and pledged himself to leave SOME ANTE-BELLUM LETTERS. 157 no stone unturned toward its abolishment. In firm affection, I remain THY DAUGHTER. N. B. I think perhaps I ought to tell thee about a letter I have recently had from F. A. A kind letter, but with a tone of flattery that I do not quite like, nor, in deed, understand. He speaks as if I was much in his thought and can it be, dear mother, that I gave him a wrong impression of my friendship ? My cheeks burn as I write this, but it is delight ful to know good Edward H. was thoroughly inspired through my mere suggestion that these are serious times to do a great deal of honest thinking. I shall be right glad to welcome him within our home ! UNCLE JOSEPH. UNCLE JOSEPH. NE of the prominent fig ures in our meeting house for many years was that of Uncle Joseph for thus was he known by the young and old who frequented our re ligious gatherings. He occupied the second seat in the men's gallery and it was with him that the Elder shook hands in sign that Friends should separate, when it seemed likely that the spirit would move no others to utter gentle words of blessing or stern warning against the wiles of the tempter. As children we regarded Uncle Joseph in the light of a patriarch, 161 162 QUAKER IDYLS. although I now know that his years, at the time of which I write, had scarce reached the limit of a half century. He was a comely man, straight and tall, his smooth- shaven face beaming with good nature, and his soft blue eye lighted with sym pathy, but he was not intellectual. Slow of movement and uncertain in expression, his hearers were often troubled to follow his excel lent thought, and it was no un common thing for my parents to refer to his ministrations as being " labored." We had a conscious ness, based perhaps upon acci dental knowledge, that he was uncommonly well to do, and also that there was considerable feel ing in the society that Sarah Sidney, with her clear insight and facile speech, would be a fit life companion for the good man. UNCLE JOSEPH. 163 But time wore on and there seemed no likelihood of a realization of this desire. I can remember one occasion when the subject really assumed the importance that is usually given to gossip, but it was so lov ingly and conscientiously touched upon that I was greatly impressed. My father and mother were in the way of inviting many friends to dine with them on monthly meeting day. Quarterly meeting brought even more persons from a distance, and among the children little unaccustomed dutiesweredis- tributed. I was frequently desired to remain for a time in the front chamber and assist our women visitors in removing their wraps and adjusting the cap crowns that often met with disaster beneath the stiff bonnets. It was always a pleasurable duty, for Friends 164 QUAKER IDYLS. never forget the young, and as each one grasped my little palm, she did not neglect to speak an encouraging word. On the occasion to which I have alluded, meeting broke up some what later than usual. I hurried home, warmed my chilled fingers, and ran upstairs, where a bright fire was burning on the hearth. I glanced about to see that the wood box was full, and looked out of the window where my eye rested upon a short line of carriages all bent in the direction of our home. First came father and mother, grandfather and the three younger children ; then a vehicle well known to me as that of Elias Chase from Derry Quarter ; and thus I counted them off, as one by one they drew up beside the horse block. I missed Sarah Sidney, who UNCLE JOSEPH. 165 generally came with Theophilus Baldwin's family, and having seen her placid face in its usual place on the seat beneath the gallery, fronting the meeting, I was at a loss to explain her absence. She was tenderly attached to mother, and I could not believe any light matter would take her to another's table. A gentle voice called me to my duties : " Why, Katherine dear, thee must have been very spry to get home before us. I was pleased to see thy interest in the meeting to-day." The good woman kissed me and thanked me for the little aid I was able to give in unpinning her great shawl. Directly afterward, sweet Jane Spencer came tripping up the stairs. She was frequently spoken 166 QUAKER IDYLS. of as exhibiting " overmuch ardor " in all her good works, but we children loved the enthusiastic little woman. " O Katherine, I am glad to make use of thy quick fingers. My cap strings are sadly awry. I have been most uncomfortable in them all through meeting. Our breakfast was a trifle late this morning, and we had far to drive." One and another arrived, each with a thought of me. " How thee grows, child," or "Thy mother is blessed in hec little helpers." The room was well-nigh full, when someone asked the question that had been trembling on my lips. " Where is Sarah Sidney ? " No one directly replied, but after a moment's reflection nearly all had a suggestion or a little interest in her to express. UNCLE JOSEPH, 167 " Methought her face bore traces of anxiety this morning. I trust she has met with no further financial disaster. Thee knows, Rhoda, she is benevolent to a sur prising degree in one whose purse is not lengthy, and it is therefore a serious matter to be forced to curtail in her giving." " Sarah is too true a follower of the Great Teacher to be long afflicted by the things of this world," replied an aged friend. " Ah, Hannah dear," answered the first speaker, " thee has never had the bread and butter trouble, and therefore thee can hardly compass its misery." I think we all felt the force of this argument, for Hannah was richly dowered. Presently Jane Spencer sighed : " I cannot help wishing that Uncle Joseph would recognize 168 QUAKER IDYLS. that the hand of the Lord is point ing him to Sarah Sidney." " If such be the will of our Heavenly Father, I doubt not it will be revealed in due time," and Hannah spoke with great deliber ation. " That is quite true, and un doubtedly it is only those among us who are a trifle worldly minded, that show a disposition to hasten these things." Jane Spencer was always very meek under reproof, and I felt glad that others sustained her desire that Uncle Joseph should be a little less deliberate in his action. " I can hardly think that he realizes Sarah's worth," said a late comer. " On the contrary," it was Rhoda Longstreet's voice, " I am sometimes inclined to believe that his doubt rests upon his own UNCL E JOSEPH. 169 merit. If he were one of the world's people I should say he was bashful. As it is, I shall call him slow in perceiving his adapta tion to any peculiar calling." " Thee may be right," responded Jane Spencer, and I was struck with the note of merrymaking that accompanied her words. " If so, I can only wish that somebody would give him a hint, for I really believe that Sarah has perceived their true relationship, and that her spirit is troubled with doubt since no sign is given unto her." "Ah," interrupted Hannah, " shall we never learn that God does not wish us to call upon him for signs ? " Now it had chanced, although none of those present were at that time conscious of it, that Sarah Sidney had given up her seat in a friend's carriage to a person who 17 QUAKER IDYLS. was suffering from a weak limb, and had walked briskly along the frozen road toward our house. Uncle Joseph, too, had chosen to leave his vehicle at home, and seeing in the distance a familiar plump little figure, he made haste to overtake her. For a few moments they talked together of the lesser things of life. Then they fell into silence, which was at last broken by Uncle Joseph's voice. " My mind has dwelt much to day upon the Bible teaching of the relation of Ruth and Boaz." I am sure the throbbing heart beneath the clear muslin kerchief of Sarah Sidney must have bounded a little at this. He went on : " Has thee ever thought it over, and applied the test to our own lives ? " It certainly was not strange UNCLE JOSEPH. 1 71 that the good woman hesitated before she answered : " If thee means to ask whether it has been shown to me that I am chosen of the Lord to be thy com panion, I will admit that it has; but, Joseph, thee is not an old man, nor am I a young hand maiden." Uncle Joseph stopped short in his walk, and catching a fright ened look upon the honest face beside him, he gravely said : " It was not upon that relation my mind ran. I thought rather of the increased duty in this day and generation which must belong to the husbandman and his gleaners ; or in other words the responsi bility of him upon whom the bene fits of this world have been showered, and the loud call that is ever sounding in my ear to ex tend help to those who need; and i? 2 QUAKER IDYLS. it has been whispered to me that thy material goods have been slipping from thee, and and, I wished to offer my aid." Could one marvel if a feeling of faintness crept over the gentle Sarah, or that a beseeching look set the seal upon the awful still ness that followed ? Her face grew first scarlet, then very, very white. Uncle Joseph's voice sounded strange in her ear. She feared she should fall, but as the tones grew clearer, something else impressed her. " Sarah, thee has a more re ceptive spirit than my own. I have sometimes longed to see aright in regard to the formation of a closer bond with thee, and I rejoice that through my own ill- chosen speech thee has been led to point the way." He took her trembling hand UNCLE JOSEPH. 1 73 between his own, and smiled down upon the sweet but tearful face; then her lips were opened, the pain went forever out of her heart, and she whispered only : " Dear Joseph." But her trial was not quite over. We were already summoned to the dining room when Uncle Joseph and Sarah Sidney entered the door together. I glanced about me, and was certain that I saw more than one look of satis faction exchanged by the company present. The moment of silent blessing was past. My mother moved as if to begin serving the soup, but she caught Uncle Joseph's eye, and awaited his slow words : " Dear friends," he said with a little tremor in his voice, " re joice with me, for to-day has our beloved Sarah Sidney revealed to 174 QUAKER IDYLS. me the message that the Lord has given into her keeping." He paused, and with a flush brightening her soft cheeks Sarah asked calmly : " Joseph, will thee kindly ex plain thyself ? " I never knew him to do any thing so well as he now related to us the manner in which he had obtained an insight into the secret knowledge of Sarah Sidney's heart. As he ceased speaking, her own rhythmic tones filled the room in tender thanksgiving to the Lord for his gift of companionship, and this has evermore remained in my memory as one of the most beautiful supplications I have been privileged to heal MY GRANDAME'S SECRET. MY GRANDAME'S SECRET. LMOST a hundred years ago, there was born into a staid Quaker household a child whose very physique set at defiance all the rules of the orderly family. The father, Daniel, and the mother, Lucretia Chester, were fair, colorless persons, and the brown hair of the latter was severely banded beneath her clear muslin cap. One can imagine the tinge of dismay that must have clouded the fatherly affection for his firstborn, when Daniel per ceived that the babe was a dimpled, dark-eyed daughter, whose wealth of raven locks I?8 QUAKER IDYLS. fell into soft rings about her brow. As she grew into recognition of her immediate surroundings, her abounding vivacity made her sin gularly attractive. Her great eyes sparkled as she cooed in sympathy with the soft-toned stroke of the tall clock that had rung out the hour of her mother's birth, and the play of the firelight on the pale wall inspired her to feverish exhibitions of delight. At such times Daniel laid his hand ten derly on the refractory curls, and vainly smoothing-away their pretty curves, he said, " Alas, Lucretia, a very worldling has been given to our charge. It behooves thee and me to keep an untiring watch over the little one." " She is the Lord's own, is she not ? " was the gentle reply. But to guide and to guard her after the fashion of the MY GRA NDA M'S SECRE T. 1 79 stern orthodox rule was the unre lenting training that the father practiced. More than once as the years went on, he took the scissors from the hand of his wife, with a strange misgiving lest she har bored a secret pleasure in the child's ringlets, and severely he cut away so much of the crowning glory as scissors could cut, only to find an immediate renewal of nature's willfulness, and it was with something like reproach that he spoke of her brilliant color. " I wish, Dorcas, thee had more of the mother's tint about thee," he said, emphasizing the plain Quaker name they had given the girl, as if to counteract the im pression of her brilliant beauty which increased with time. One day as she sat at dinner, flushed by a wild scamper across the lawn with her playfellow, a 1 80 QUA KER ID YLS. soft-eyed collie, straight before her hung a looking-glass which served her father in his frequent shaving triajs, and the child, catch ing the reflection of her bright face, cried out : " I do not see, dear father, why thee should wish me to be pale like mother. Mine is far the prettier color. She is a snowdrop, but I am the rose." The pain Daniel felt darkened his brow. " Dorcas," he said, " thee speaks as the daughter of sin ; thy words reveal the wiles of the devil." The sensitive girl trembled, then her brave spirit rose and despite her tears she had answer : " Did not our Heavenly Father make us a//, and why may I not admire myself, if I am his handi work, as much as thee admires dear mother ? " My GRA NDA ME'S SECRE T. 1 8 1 Her innocence touched Lu- cretia, who made haste to fore stall a severe reproof from her husband : " The love of the flesh is unholy, my daughter. We are bidden to strive with all the might which the Lord vouchsafes against the things of this world. To purify the heart through the working of the Holy Spirit, this is the highest good." " I think I do not understand thee, mother. Is the rose blush ing for its sin in not being made like snowdrops ? " " Dorcas, restrain thy tongue ; and, Lucretia, perhaps we are in error not to take the child more persistently to meeting. That she is restless and disturbing to the meditations of others must not be allowed to have too much weight." From that time forward the 182 QUAKER IDYLS. active girl placed herself under bonds to subdue her natural in clinations, and many a bright spring morning she sighed as she watched the lambs frisking in the fields, and noted the disappoint ment of the collie as she refused his invitation to a race, and with dripping hands she smoothed and resmoothed her curls, preparatory to the ride to meeting. It was hard work, too, for her to keep awake during the long silence or the droning tones of the preacher, that seemed arranged in order to lull the restless children to sleep, but she formulated a private code of morals, under which this trial figured as a dispensation to school the spirit in its early encounters with the tempter. Occasionally the sermon inter ested her. Far more frequent was her retirement within herself, MY GRA NDA ME'S SECRE T. 183 and in misery of spirit she re counted the long list of her sins, sincerely soliciting aid from on high that they might be over come. Among the chief of her trials was to make the honest con fession that she was not averse to looking at her own image, and from this constant sense of the enormity of the transgression grew an absolute intolerance of her beauty. She would have become morbid over it, but for the thor oughly healthful nature which reveled in outdoor exercise, and was of no mean assistance to the busy father in his lesser tasks. Dorcas was unselfish, too, and her mind turned readily into other channels than that of self-con sciousness. She was a deft little housemaid, and imitated her mother's kindly ways with the ser vants ; but perhaps the absence 1 84 QUAKER IDYLS. of childish companions gave her an air of maturity hardly in accord with her years. She was dreamy too. Somewhere in her nature lurked a drop of Southern blood ; that which colored her rich dark skin colored also her mental con stitution. She was filled with romance and yet she had never heard a fairy-tale or listened to a troubadour's song, but her soul was on fire at the relation of a heroic deed, or the unspoken sen timent of a pair of lovers. Lucretia had chosen to teach the little maiden at home; perhaps the staid father had hesitated to send the worldling into the midst of temptations such as lurk behind the schoolroom door. His pride in her ready insight must have been great for he did not scorn knowledge, although he scorned honors, and Dorcas displayed a Mr GRANDAME'S SECRET. 185 marvelous aptitude for study. Even this bore a cross to him. " She is more like a boy than a girl at books," he thought, and cherished the memory of every gentle womanly exhibition. Daniel dearly loved Lucretia. She was to him a type of the true wife, and undemonstrative as he was, little as she would have ac knowledged the wish, there lurked in the heart of each an unspeakable sorrow that the only child which God had given* to their arms should be so unlike the meek and patient woman, the sweet orthodox saint, who had borne her. In 1815 prison reform was a dim dream in the hearts of a few. Men incline toward a theory of retributive justice, and are keen to assume the judgment role and fasten a stigma to sin, forgetful that although the sin may be out- 1 86 QUA KER ID YLS. grown, the stigma rarely is wiped away. The orthodoxy of society was as fixed as the theological dogma of that early day ; leniency was license to the common mind ; and the culprit was faced with con tinual reminders of his guilt as a necessary step toward repentance. The wrath of man, like the wrath of God, was to be known and feared ; the evil-doer was beaten into the path of the right eous, not led by the law of love. Too much of this spirit exists at the present time, but seventy-five years ago the force of public opinion tended in that direction. The prisoners were permitted to come forth on Sabbath morning and listen, many of them with bound limbs, to a long exhortation from the strait - laced clergy, who pointed a finger of scorn as My GRANDAME'S SECRET. 187 well as reproach at the guilty, and it was little wonder that their hearts were hardened by what they heard, and that when they went forth again into the world it was often with a determination to revenge themselves on society at large. The home of Daniel and Lu- cretia Chester was a resting place for such Friends as repaired to that locality for religious purposes, and Daniel was frequently charged with bearing one of them company to the county jail, which stood on the outskirts of their little town. Here he never failed to be impressed with the terrors of sin, and to exhort his family afterward to tread the straight and narrow way. More than once Dorcas had been allowed to accompany heir father on such visits, with the idea of permeating the maiden's con- 1 88 QUAKER IDYLS. sciousness with a correct view of righteous punishment. On such an occasion, when she had just passed her sixteenth birthday, the Friend who had a " concern " to speak to the erring, aroused her indignation by his harsh denunci ations. So touched was she that her sympathies far outran her judgment, and in passing through the room where the prisoners had assembled for worship, Dorcas let her eyes rove over the throng and tender smiles play about her mouth. One face among the many never faded from her memory. He was but a lad, scarcely greater in years than her- self, but tall and well built. His keen glance was riveted to her face from the instant of her en trance, and when she kindly nodded to the sullen group, this youth fairly started from his seat. My GRA NDA ME'S SECRE T. 189 His bronze brow, his piercing black eyes, his clean-cut limbs all were instantly photographed upon her mind. She lingered a moment at the door, while Daniel turned his carryall, and as she paused, she was conscious that the boy had reached far over his companions and was eagerly watching her. " Father," she said, " does thee suppose all those prisoners are really guilty ? " " Undoubtedly, Dorcas. It is a sad sight a sad sight; but there is no room to doubt that punish ment awaits them hereafter as well as here." " I do not believe it," she said sternly; " that is, dear father, I do not think our Heavenly Parent will afflict them always, because they have done wrong once. Would not thee take one of them 1 90 QUAKER IDYLS. to thy home and heart after his release just as eagerly as thee would have done before he was put in prison ? " " No, I would not. Are we not told that the way of the trans gressor is hard, and are we to set our judgment in defiance of that of the Lord our God ? It is our duty to enforce punishment for sin, to make the sinner feel his peril, his exclusion, in order that he may repent." " But suppose he has repented ? " " Then let him come before his Maker and confess." "I think it would be awfully hard, dear father, for me to go before thee and mother and say I was sorry, after you had so severely shown your displeasure with me. Now if we held out our hands and welcomed the sinner home, would he not be more likely to come ? MY GRANDAME'S SECRET. IQI Was it not so in the parable of the Prodigal Son ?" " There be those," Daniel an swered, as if in protest, " who thus construe the passage, but I believe it not. No man may even turn to his father's house until he has been fed on husks." The midsummer heat was upon the land. The red sun set in splendor, and the blood-dyed moon rose as in wrath. The simple little chamber which was Dorcas' own, had a broad window opening upon the upper veranda. The small white cot was close at its side, and the sweet night wind that bore the breath of the wild rose and the clustering honeysuckle, softly stirred the dark curls that strayed beneath the border of the muslin cap which the sleeper wore. The heat was so great that she had IQ2 QUAKER IDYLS. suffered the strings to remain un tied, and the collar of her plain gown was turned away from the white throat. She stirred. Was the breath from the garden too free upon her cheek ? Conscious ness of some invasion made her restless. Presently her eyelids quivered and lifted; surely Dorcas was dreaming ! and yet, no ; there was a manly figure resting on the sill of the open window. She sat up, making a quick motion to close the neck of her gown, and tie the cap strings, but as quickly a voice broke upon her ear. " Do not be afraid. I have been here several minutes wanting to tear off one of those strings, but I knew it would disturb you." Dorcas was never a coward, and her astonishment at this matter-of- fact statement forbade any out cry. Mr GRA NDA ME>S SECRE T. IQ3 " Who is thee, and what does thee want ? " was her commonplace exclamation. " I am Henri Beauclaire. I have escaped from the jail. You saw me there. I found out who you were after I was certain that it was not an angel who smiled on me last Sunday, and do not stop me. I only want to tell you this : when I made up my mind to get out of that mad house, I made up my mind, too, that I would see you and talk to you before I went away." The girl was fascinated by the picture. A handsome youth with his soul blazing in his eyes, sit ting upright in the brilliant moon light that fell across her bed. There was no evil in his face. She kept silent and let him speak on. " Your name is Dorcas Chester, 194 QUAKER IDYLS. and I want you to know that I never stole the money I was put in jail for stealing ; but they proved I did, and so I had two whole years to serve if I did not get away from them. Would not you have tried to get out ? That is hell over there." " Yes," she half whispered. " I knew you would. Nothing I can ever do or say will make me anything in this world but a jail bird unless I hide. So I am going to France for a while. My grand- ptre is there. By and by I will come back, and you must give me something that I can show you then so that you will know me, for I shall not look like this." He glanced disdainfully at the poor clothes he wore, and reached out a hand as if to receive an offering. "What shall I give thee? I MY GRAND A ME'S SECRET. IQ5 have nothing." A thought of a lock of her hair was in Dorcas' mind, but she knew it would be missed, cut as cleverly as she might. Then came the doubt, too, whether it were right to thus en- courage a culprit ! " Give me," Henri said, and his voice was melodious, " give me that cap string." She shrank back into the shadow. It seemed indelicate to let him touch her nightgarb. " Would it, would it make thee think of leading a better life, of God and forgiveness and " " It would make me think of you, and that is of God. Forgive ness I need not, for I never did the deed. No better life ask I than such one as my grandptre lives." He reached for the cap string. Mechanically Dorcas tore it off and lifted it to his height. 196 QUAKER IDYLS. The boy looked out at the sweet stars paling under the tropical moon, then he bent his eyes upon the beautiful girl, and slowly said : " I am going now. Remember, I never did it, and keep yourself just as you are until that day when the white cap string shall come home again." He was gone, and Dorcas sat silent for a moment; then the painful con- sciousness forced itself upon her that her father's voice was calling. She dropped her head upon the pillow, wrapped the sheet about her throat, and closed her eyes. The voice came nearer. " Dor cas, Dorcas," it said ; but she did not stir. Her heart was wildly beating with fear lest the youth of her dream should be pursued, but her parent went calmly away, and only at breakfast was there any allusion to the circumstance. MY GRA NDA MES SECRE T. IQ7 " Dorcas, thee talked strangely, last night, in thy sleep." The girl's face crimsoned as she felt the untruthfulness of her re ply : " How funny that is ! " but the motherly eye was not long without discovering the loss of the nightcap string. " Daughter," she said, " how was it possible for thee to tear thy cap in this way ? It is as though thee had willed to do it and done it with all thy might." And the girl replied, with some of her hoydenish spirit : " Throw the old thing away ; I have plenty more," for it seemed as if she could not tolerate the witness to her secret compact. " I am surprised," answered the gentle mother. " Waste not, want not. Get thy thimble and thread ; here is some muslin, thee can hem another string." 198 QUAKER IDYLS. Dorcas did not allow herself to brood over her midnight adven ture. Perhaps she was pained by the part of concealment that she played toward her parents; perhaps she was troubled, too, by a recol lection of the rebuke contained in the boy's words. She was some times inclined to feel that he was right and her own little world was wrong in so strictly upholding law, and in believing the ways of God were at utter variance from the ways of generous men. " I care not to live any better life than that man grandptrc lives." These words were ringing in her ears, and she pictured to her self the detail of that life, far enough from reality, no doubt, but a pretty idyl. She began to read much history, and once asked her mother to allow her to take French My GRANDAME'S SECRET. IQ9 lessons from a villager. Lu- cretia was shocked. " Ah, my child ! there is little to be read in that tongue that could benefit thee. Blasphemers and winebibbers they are, with no sense of shame in their idolatry of sensual things." " Then they are an evil-minded people, mother ? " " Yea, yea; a frivolous and false hearted race." Then Dorcas turned away sorrowfully. Could it be that Henri Beauclaire had told what was not true ? If he could steal he might also lie. He was base had he done both; and if that race was false why was he an excep tion among Frenchmen ? When this mood was upon her she blushed alone in her chamber at the thought of the bit of muslin that he so carefully rolled about 200 QUAKER IDYLS. his finger and put from sight. Mostly, however, her meditations were concluded with the memory of his respect for the clean life of his grandptre, and, do as she might, to think him guilty she could not. The years went quickly by. It was a round of simple duties to Dorcas, enlivened by a keen sense of the beautiful and a quick re sponse to sympathetic needs. The weeks were much alike. First-day meeting, followed by the household laundry work. Fourth- day meeting, succeeded by the mending, sweeping, and baking. This was varied by monthly meet ing day dinner, when several Friends were apt to be seated at their board, or a drive to a quarterly meeting in a larger community ; and the crowning event not often enjoyed by Lu- MY GRANDAME'S SECRET. 2OI cretia and Dorcas of passing a week in the great city at the time of the yearly gathering. It was on one of the latter occasions that Dorcas met and became much in terested in a young man who was welcomed by Daniel as the son of a dear and distant friend. She had never mingled with youth a great deal, and George Town- send's quick wit and good temper were a source of great pleasure to her. She had no idea of marriage in her mind, and when, after months of intimate acquaintance, he directly asked her to become his wife, she shrank from him as if he had struck her. " Does thee feel that I have done wrong ? " he gently ques tioned. " No," she stammered ; but a strange vision of flashing dark eyes and an earnest injunction to 202 QUAKER IDYLS. " keep just as you are now " made her faint. " Will thee let me dwell upon thy request in solitude ? " she said, and the honest-hearted man made answer : "Thee is right to question thy own soul. If there thee finds a single cloud, wait until the light cometh." When Dorcas sat alone she cov ered her face with both hands and a few tears trickled between her fingers. Presently she wiped them away, and began to question herself as she would have ques tioned another. " Why do I hesitate ? I am greatly drawn toward George Townsend. Father and mother regard him highly ; he is a God fearing man, capable and con scientious ; he is a member of our meeting ; his business can My GRANDAME'S SECRET. 203 be readily arranged so that we may live near my dear parents and bless their declining years. Why not ?" To so pure a maiden, one whose affections had never keenly as serted themselves nor been lightly trifled with, the idea of having granted unasked the treasure of her love was in itself a reproach. Dorcas paled in view of the thought to which she felt it right to give definite shape ; then she walked restlessly toward the win dow where once sat the dark- eyed lad, and she said, honestly and bravely : " Until to-day the actual mean ing of that charge, to ' keep as you are,' never occurred to me. Am I certain that he intended that bit of muslin to typify my faith faith to him personally ? or was it, as I vaguely comprehended 204 QUAKER IDYLS. it then, faith that I would be the same in my just dealing with his apparent shortcomings ? Who can tell ? It is six years since he went away. Perhaps he died be fore seeing his grandptrc again. Perhaps he forgot the place where he suffered so much ; or found his beautiful ancestral home too lovely to leave. Perhaps " and this hurt her, but she thought it fair to admit the doubt, " perhaps he fell into evil ways again. And, indeed, had he been all that my dream pictured, would he not, within six years, have found an opportunity to communicate with me? Surely I deserved it." Then came another question ; " Would I have married him, had he come back with a clean record and a demand for my love? Could I have given my life into the hand of an utter stranger, a M Y GRA NDA HE'S SECRE T. 2O$ foreigner of whose race I know no good ? Would my father and mother have blessed me and bade me go to my husband's arms with joy? No, it could not have been, and I could not have done it with out. Should Henri return to morrow for the fulfillment of such a desire, I should bid him leave me. Is it right to marry George Townsend with this secret in my heart ? Ought I to reveal it, re veal my doubts and struggles con cerning it? No. I should be quite willing to place my hand in his and say, ' George, whatever thee has in thy heart that thee wishes to tell me, that do I wish to hear ; but whatever trials thee has passed through and honestly left behind thee, with those I have no question.' " Could I let George go from me and live my life alone, without 206 QUA KER ID YLS. a pang because of his absence ? No, I could not. Therefore, O Lord, with a clean heart I will walk beside him, asking daily grace from thy hand, and humbly seeking to serve thee through serving him." She bathed her flushed face, smoothed the curls away, and went into the garden. There among the sweet-peas and the rich clove-pinks, she laid her hand in that of her lover and simply said : " My heart tells me I will be a true wife unto thee." The next decade wrought a great change in Dorcas. The vivacity that she had seemed so likely to lose under the stern repression of her parents, assumed the semblance of loving good cheer. Her beauty as a matron surpassed that of her girlhood, MY GRANDAMES SECRET. 2OJ and it became a matter of merry- making in the household that a stranger never passed her with out turning to look a second time. Her sweet spirit was overflowing with thankfulness for the great blessing of fetvid affection from so manly and upright a compan ion as George Townsend. In deed, if rver the taint of pride clung to Dorcas it was when she thought of her husband. A little maiden had for eight years walked beside her. A faith ful representative of the Chester household. Truly, if Daniel had regretted his own daughter's alien features, he was content now in the miniature Lncretia whose de mure air was a marked contrast to the flashing wit of her dark- eyed mother. The village, too, was changed. Through George Townsend's exer- 208 QUAKER IDYLS. tions manufacturing interests flourished, and although wealth was pouring into his coffers, the comfort of a thousand lesser households told of just dealing between man and man. But the old jail still stood on the highway, and its barred windows were lengthened to a half score. The same fiery brick walls, the same foul atmosphere, the same class of inhabitants were closed behind the multitudinous bolts and bars. The passer-by winced as he heard the loud laugh or the fearful curse ; and the faces that pressed against the iron casement were faces of the young and the old, of women as well as men, and gathered from the ranks of first offenders as well as those of the hardened criminals. One morning, while yet Dorcas sat at the head of the breakfast table, dispensing as much of cheer Mr GRA NDA Af'S SECRE T. 209 by her sunny face as from the viands, a message was brought requesting her presence at the county jail. It was no unusual occurrence for the mother to be thus summoned from her peaceful home to smooth the path of the unrighteous, and very shortly she stepped from her carriage into the door of the plague spot of the neat village. She was met by the jailer's wife, a coarse woman, but not untouched with good inten tions. " I was sorry to send for you," she said, "but a queer-looking man was let in last night, who has been bleeding at the lungs, and all I could do and say was nothing till I promised to fetch you early this morning. He hadn't ought to been here, I 'spose, but Thomas found him sitting on the door step, and rattling the latch, and 210 QUAKER IDYLS. when he asked to be let in and Thomas said as it was a jail, he up and told a queer story about once having broke out ; and anyways it wasn't right to leave him out there a-bleedin', so I put him in one of my rooms ; he seemed de- cent-like." An unaccustomed horror crept over Dorcas. She had to steady herself against the door-post for a moment before following the woman into the cramped little chamber. Half-sitting upon the bed, sur rounded with pillows and cloths stained with blood, was Henri Beauclaire. His eyes flashed with the old intensity, but from amid the pallor of a countenance wasted with disease. "Stand there," he whispered hoarsely ; and motioning to the jailer's wife to go out, he fastened M Y GRA NDA ME" S SECRET. 211 his gaze on Dorcas' half-fright ened face. " Look at me, woman ; do you know me ?" She bowed her head. " Do you know what this is ? " he said again, as he drew from his breast a bit of soiled and yellow muslin. " This is a betrothal ring. Yes, I tell you, by this you plighted your troth to me, and by the heavens above, you have broken your faith." Dorcas made motion as if to answer. "Stop," he said. "You can have nothing to say ; it is I who must relieve my bursting heart. Do you know what this is?" lay ing his finger on the bright stains. " This is my life-blood, and you have spilled it. When I came over sea I had a cough, and they 212 QUAKER IDYLS. told me I needed care, but I laughed them to scorn, for I said to myself, when once I am there, where her gentle hands can smooth the pain away and her sweet smile bring back the light to my eyes, all will be well. Do you know how it was with me during these years ? When, after being hunted like a wild beast from wood to cavern, from hill to seaport, at last I stood by my grandpere^ his heart was filled with joy for I was his only descendant left on earth, and on me he leaned feeble and child ish. I could not leave him for an hour without reproach ; how could I come to you ? Year after year he lingered, and although I starved for your smile, I believed in you, and God knows, had I sus pected the awful truth of your un faithfulness, I should have done the same. Heaven itself could Mr GRA NDA ME"S SECRE T. 213 not have lured me from that poor man, whose dying blessing is sounding in my ears this day. When I had laid him away, scarce three months ago, and found that the old chateau with its thousands of meters of rich garden and til lage was mine, I bounded for my passport, I dreamed of naught else than a return to build a fam ily worthy of the saintly dead. "Would you know the rest? How I came in the dusk to the village street and crept in the shadow to your father's door, feel ing that I could not at once bear the blaze of your beauty. When I had seen the old man open the casement and sit in the moonlight with a child upon his knee, my heart misgave me. Fainting for food, for I had been too eager to eat, I crept back to the inn. Slowly I questioned the garfon concern- 314 QUAKER IDYLS. ing the people of the village, and gradually the truth dawned you were untrue ! I was like a mad man that night. I wore a track in the floor, I doubt not, with my restless pacing, and when day broke I went forth with a wild intent to do murderous work. All through the hours of sunlight I examined the mill, and the dwelling-place where a false heart was beating, and at night I planned to carry out my work of destruc tion. I would fire the mill and the house and take care that, so quick would leap the flames, that no escape would be possible. And if, through some strange fatality, my plot was defeated, there, in the fierce distraction of a great con flagration, I would rush upon you with my knife and stab you to your death ! Yes," he leaned forward and hissed the words, M Y GRA NDA HE'S SECRE T. 21$ " the woman who has taught me that there is no faith, that God and honor and love are myths, ought to die by the hand of the man whom she has wrecked." Again Dorcas stirred, and again he waved her into silence. " And what was your excuse ? Six years of silence. What were they to me ? Six centuries might have waned, and 1 should have kept my faith. When I looked at this trysting string, I said alway and ever the same : ' She is as strong as the threads she tore with so great an effort ; she will never waver.' " What was the good of nature's brand that you bear : the mark of unyielding purpose, of faith and love as firm as God's foundation, as broad as the firmament you belie them all. There you stand now with your great eyes shining 2l6 QUAKER IDYLS. as if a soul dwelt behind them; your rich smooth skin blooming with the color and purity of nature, not artifice ; your red lips curved with a smile you can not repress, and yet I swear you are as false as hell ! " Only this " he touched the crimson stains " only this de feated my plan, and enabled you to breath the sweet spring air once more; only this has made it possible for me to die cursing you with my latest breath without dealing that blow at your heart that should have mingled our blood in one stream." The exhausted man fell back upon his pillows, and Dorcas crept to his side and smoothed the rich waves of jet-black hair, and with a wet sponge moistened his lips. Presently he opened his eyes, and before he could speak she said calmly : My GRA NDA ME'S SECRE T. 2 1 7 " I am going to take thee to our home. George Townsend will help me to nurse thee back to life and peace. I will tell thee, now, that I never knew thy full intent in asking me for the cap string ; had I known it I should not have given it, for thy reason and my own would have rebelled against an alliance wholly at variance with Nature's laws. Thee did not love me, the girl ; thee loved my faith, my trust in thy honesty ; and I bid thee go on loving it, for I shall trust thee now, just as I trusted thee then. I believed thee inno cent of the crime for which thee had been confined. I believed it only because thee said it was so, and thy face told the same story. I believe in thee now, in despite thy words, for thy soul is speaking more truly through thy glance, and that tells me that thy devotion to 2l8 QUAKER IDYLS. thy grandptre was no myth, while thy frenzy is. Thee shall find thy faith in me is rewarded, for thee shall live to be one of our house hold and to bless us all with thy goodness." She ceased speaking, summoned the jailer's wife, and had the sick man borne to her carriage. When she had reached her own door Dorcas entered alone, and quietly spoke to her husband, who still sat by the breakfast table. " George, I have brought home a very ill man ; will thee please attend to his removal from the carriage while I prepare a bed ? I shall put him into the little room next our own that I may the more carefully tend him." That night, as Dorcas sat late by the invalid's side, the only word that he spoke was the whispered question : MY GRANDAME'S SECRET. 219 " Are you not afraid ? " And as she bent over him tenderly she answered : " Not for a moment do I fear thee ; I only wish thee well." Slowly the strength came to the feeble pulse, but when the frail man was permitted to leave his sick bed, it was found that his cough became less frequent and his fever had subsided. Then, too, he was moved into a large upper chamber, the best the house afforded, and although the kind attentions of Dorcas were unre- mitted, he lost all sense of care or espionage. Gradually he recog nized himself as a member of the family, and never was there any allusion to his advent or expected departure. Before many months he was the dear " uncle," of the household, taking his part in all that went on ; teaching the little 220 QUAKER IDYLS. Lucretia ; reading aloud bits of quaint wisdom or humor, from " Le Roman de la Rose," and " Le Roman du Renart ; " pages from Froissart, his beloved Pascal, and La Bruyere ; or listening to the many schemes for lifting the burdens of others that were con stantly suggested by George or Dorcas. From 1820 to 1830 there was a great awakening on the subject of Prison Reform. The work of England's noble Howard had been supplemented by that of the de voted Elizabeth Fry, and the whole world rang with their achievements. Slow, alas ! was the motion across the water, but sure in its coming. Henri Beauclaire, too feeble to exert great physical effort, was keenly alive to the necessity of introducing humanitarian methods My GRA NDA ME'S SECRE T. 221 in all places for the confinement of the accused. He labored unceasingly toward an enlargement and purification of the county jail, for separate day rooms for the men and women, for decent food and lava tories, and for constant occupation. In all he did Henri was warmly seconded by his true friends, and when at last the summons came that called him from their midst, no one among the villagers was more regretted. In the short will which was found amid his small effects, he had bequeathed the old chateau to his native town as a home for such discharged prisoners as were friendless and aged, and the clos ing clause read thus : " To my more than sister, my earthly savior, Dorcas Townsend, I leave the testimony of my later 222 QUAKER IDYLS. years, and the contents of my strong-box." This contained some valuable silver and household linen bear ing a coronet, and a sandalwood casket wherein reposed a yellow muslin cap string. In the evening following the burial Dorcas sat with her family about her on the moonlit porch. She slid her hand softly into that of her husband, and said : " George dear, thee has never asked me, but I should like to tell thee, the secret of my peculiar interest in our brother who has passed away." 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