That home was a great help.
Her husband's word and pen scattered his purpose far and wide; but the comrades that his ideas brought to his side her welcome melted into friends.
No matter how various and discordant they were in many things; no matter how much there was to bear and overlook,--her patience and her thanks for their sympathy in the great idea were always sufficient for this work also.
She made a family of them, and her roof was always a home for all. I never shall forget the deep feeling — his voice almost breaking to tears — with which Henry C. Wright
told me of the debt his desolate life owed to this home.
And who shall say how much that served the great cause?
Yet drudgery did not choke thought; care never narrowed her interest.
She was not merely the mother, or head of the home; her own life and her husband's moved hand in hand in such loving accord, seemed so exactly one, that it was hard to divide their work.
At the fireside; in the hours, not frequent, of relaxation; in scenes of stormy debate,--that beautiful presence, of rare sweetness and dignity, what an inspiration and power it was!
And then the mother,--fond, painstaking, faithful!
No mother who bars every generous thought out from her life, and in severe seclusion forgets everything but her children,--no such mother was ever more exact in every duty, ready for every care, faithful at every point, more lavish in fond thoughtfulness, than this mother, whose cares never narrowed the broad idea of life she brought from her girlhood's home.
Who can forget her modest dignity — shrinkingly modest, yet ever equal to the high place events called her to?
In that group of remarkable men and women which the Antislavery movement drew together, she had her own niche, which no one else could have filled so perfectly or unconsciously as she did. And in that