knew her could doubt that from the Marions she inherited many vital qualities.
One winter, toward the end of her life, there was a meeting at the Old South Church at which — as at the gathering described at the beginning of this chapter — there was talk of ancestry and kindred topics.
The weather was stormy, our mother well on in the eighties, but she was there.
Being called on to speak, she made a brief address in the course of which she alluded to her Southern descent, and to General Francis Marion
, her great-great-uncle.
As she spoke her eyes lightened with mirth, in the way we all remember: “General Marion
,” she said, “was known in his generation as the ‘Swamp Fox
’ ; and when I succeed in eluding the care of my guardians, children and grandchildren, and coming to a meeting like this, I think I may be said to have inherited some of his characteristics!”