The writer remembers his dignified manner as she sat opposite him at a banquet of the society.
Harriet Martineau, the English writer, came to this country in 1835, remaining two years. She was a guest in the home of Rev. Caleb or low lying Pasture Hill above, there must have been much pleasant conversation on subjects of common interest, for Miss Martineau's brother was a celebrated Unitarian divine.
A relative of the Stetsons says, There floats in my mind a dim tradition of Miss Lucy Osgood having made a tea party for Miss Martineau at that time, borrowing my aunt's guest knives and forks, as extras were needed, but not inviting her. I doubt if any ladies were present but the two sisters and Miss Martineau; they Miss Martineau; they found manly-scholarly conversation much more to their liking than the usual feminine-domestic.
Yet no one relished a spicy bit of gossip, not unfriendly, more than they, but it must be the spice, not the substance, of life.
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