s because I am the least advanced in the cure.
My organ of mirthfulness is constantly excited. . . . Most of the females are young ladies, all of them remarkably silent (for their sex, of course), and none of them very interesting (though I dare say they are all very worthy), excepting a Miss Thayer from Rochester, N. Y., who,
Abby G. Thayer. being a Garrisonian abolitionist, and a thoroughgoing reformer, must, of course, be very agreeable.
She reminds me a little of Elizabeth Pease of Darlington, though younger by one-half.
She is a rigid Grahamite, and deems it wrong to take the life of any animal for food—even to destroy a spider or snake.
She was surprised, she said, to see me, yesterday, take up a stone to kill a snake which lay across my pathway, a few yards from the house, with his forked tongue thrust out in self-defence; though he got away unharmed.
W. L. Garrison to his Wife.
Bensonville, July 26, 1848.
To-day there is to be a Free Soil Convention in Nort