and invited him to go home and dine with him, he replied, ‘I am represented by some people as a very bad man; and I do not wish to impose myself upon the hospitality of strangers, without letting them know who I am.’
The stranger assured him that he knew very well who he was, and cared not a straw what opinions they accused him of; that he was going to have a company of Friends at dinner, who wished to converse with him. He went accordingly, and was received with true Irish hospitality and kindness.
Upon another occasion, a Quaker lady, who did not know he was a ‘Hicksite,’ observed to him, ‘I suppose the Society of Friends are very much thinned in America
, since so many have gone off from them.’
He replied, “It is always best to be candid.
I belong to the party called Hicksites, deists, and schismatics; and I suppose they are the ones to whom thou hast alluded as having gone off from the Society.
I should like to talk with thee concerning the separation in America
; for we have been greatly misrepresented.
But I came to this country solely on business, and I have no wish to say or do anything that can unsettle the mind, or wound the feelings of any Friend.”
She seemed very much surprised, and for a minute or two covered her face with her hands.
But when the company broke up, some hours after, she followed him into the entry, and cordially