age when youth is ripening into womanhood, when the soul begins to be pervaded by that restless principle, which impels poor humans to seek perfection in union.
At a hotel near the store for which she worked an English traveller, called Lord Henry Stuart, had taken lodgings.
He was a strikingly handsome man, and of princely carriage.
As this distinguished stranger passed to and from his hotel, he encountered the umbrella girl, and was attracted by her uncommon beauty.
He easily traced hed Friend Hopper.
By this kind of thoughtlessness, many a young creature is driven into the downward path, who might easily have been saved.
The kind-hearted man next proceeded to the hotel, and with Quaker simplicity of speech inquired for Henry Stuart.
The servant said his lordship had not yet risen.
Tell him my business is of importance, said Friend Hopper.
The servant soon returned and conducted him to the chamber.
The nobleman appeared surprised that a stranger, in the plain Quaker c