No woman could have done better, if so well, as my good mother.
She was a rare manager.
She insisted on our grappling on without selling an acre.
She had the pride that was a virtue.
Happily she lived to reap the good effects of her care and solicitude.
Long before her decease her children were abundantly able and willing, nay, delighted, to do all in their power to make her happy and to reward her in some degree for her goodness. . . . I was married at the age of twenty-five, on November 26, 1792.
Soon after this came the French Revolution and a war between England and France.
Commerce increased prodigiously and premiums also [he was in the insurance business at a time when all underwriting was done by individuals at private offices, of which there were but three in Boston], owing to the captures and restraints of the powers of war, so that from June, 1793, to the peace of Amiens, I was more busily employed and perhaps more profitably than any young man of my acquaintance. .