adored her husband, yet he must sometimes have tried her patience sorely.
One evening they had a dinner party, eighteen covers, a state occasion.
Midway in the repast the Doctor
rose, and begging the guests to excuse him and his wife for a moment, led her, speechless with amazement, into the next room.
Here he proceeded to bleed her, removing twelve ounces of blood; replying to her piteous protestations, “Madam
, I saw that you were on the point of apoplexy, and I judge it best to avert it.”
In strong contrast with “Uncle Doctor” was “Uncle Ben,” the Reverend Benjamin Clarke Cutler
, for many years rector of St. Anne's Church, Brooklyn
This uncle was much less to Julia
's taste: indeed, she was known to stamp her childish foot, and cry, “I don't care for old Ben Cutler
Nevertheless he was a saintly and interesting person.
He was twelve years old at the time of his father's tragic death, and was deeply influenced by it. His youth was made unhappy by spiritual anguish, duty to his widowed mother and the call to the ministry fighting within him. The latter conquered.
In his twentyfirst year he drew up, signed, and sealed “An Instrument of Solemn Surrender of Myself, Soul and Body, to God!”
This document was in the form of a testament, in which he solemnly ( “with death, judgment and eternity in view” ) gave, covenanted, and made over himself, soul and body, all his faculties, all his influence in this world, all the worldly goods with which he might be endowed, into the hands of his Creator, Preserver, and Constant Benefactor, to be his forever, and at