was elegant, but plain, as became her Christian profession.
She loved sincere Friends, faithfully maintained all their testimonies, and was a diligent attender of meetings.
She was kind and affectionate to all. In short, she was a bright example in her family, and to all about her, and finally laid down her head in peace.
May her children imitate her virtues.
Writing to his daughter Sarah in 1845, he thus returns to the same beloved theme: I lately happened to open the Memoirs of Sarah Harrison.
It seemed to place me among my old friends, with whom I walked in sweet unity and Christian fellowship, in days that are gone forever.
I there saw the names, and read the letters, of William Savery, Thomas Scattergood, and a host of others, who have long since gone to their everlasting rest.
I hope, however unworthy, to join them at some day, not very distant.
Next day after to-morrow, it will be fifty years since I was married to thy dear mother.
How fresh many of the scenes of