comfortable clothing on the line, I was tempted to take it for the poor little creature.
We have no fuel except a little tan. A herring is the last mouthful of food we have in the house; and when I came away, It was broiling on the hot tan.’
His story excited pity; but fearing it might be made up for the occasion, Friend Hopper
took him to a magistrate and said, ‘Please give me a commitment for this man. If he tells a true story, I will tear it up. I will go and see for myself.’
When he arrived at the wretched abode, he found a scene of misery that pained him to the heart.
The room was cold, and the wife was in bed, pale and suffering.
Her babe had no clothing, except a coarse rag torn from the skirt of an old coat.
Of course he destroyed the commitment immediately.
His next step was to call upon the rich Quakers
of his acquaintance, and obtain from them contributions of wood, flour, rice, bread, and warm garments.
Employment was soon after procured for the man, and he was enabled to support his family comfortably.
He never passed Friend Hopper
in the street without making a low bow, and often took occasion to express his grateful acknowledgments.