half a dozen members remaining, and probably they had no ministry; for the original settlers had died, or left Carolina
on account of their testimony against slavery.
But as Quakers believe that silent worship is often more blessed to the soul, than the most eloquent preaching, he had a strong desire that his son should attend the meeting constantly, even if he found but two or three to unite with him. The young man promised that he would do so. Accordingly, when he arrived in Charleston
, he inquired for the meeting-house, and was informed that it was well nigh deserted.
On the first day of the week, he went to the place designated, and found a venerable, kind-looking Friend seated under the preachers' gallery.
In obedience to a signal from him, he took a seat by his side, and they remained there in silence nearly two hours. Then the old man turned and shook hands with him, as an indication that the meeting was concluded, according to the custom of the Society of Friends.
When he found that he was talking to the son of Isaac T. Hopper
, and that he had promised to attend meeting there, during his stay in Charleston
, he was so much affected, that his eyes filled with tears.
‘Oh, I shall be glad of thy company,’ said he; ‘for most of the time, this winter, I am here all alone.
My old friends and companions have all died, or moved away.
I come here twice on First days, and once ’