[p. 40] While there my mother met the little New England girl, who was long afterwards to become your grandmother.
She had also come to study music, for which she had a talent.
My mother related to me, when I was a little lad and used to burrow in her carved old treasure chest and beg for stories of the articles therein contained many fascinating tales of those two school years, a pretty colour coming to her cheeks as she told of the dances learned together, pas-de-deux and minuet, from old “Doctor” Shaffer, who was at the time second violin of the Boston Theatre, as well as authority in the correct methods of bowing and curtesying.
In a letter dated December 10, 19—, he alludes to a copy of ‘Charlotte Temple,’ which he had recently found in a bookstall in New York.
He says: ‘the story had long been a familiar one, and I in common with others of many times my age and judgment, had lingered before the slab that bears her name in the graveyard of old Trinity
, and sometimes laid a flower on it for sympathy's sake, as I have done many times since.
On my return home, I showed the little book to my mother, and as she held it in her hands and read a word here and there, she, too, began to journey backward to her school days, and asked my father to bring out her treasure chest, and from it she took her school relics—a tattered ribbon watch-guard fastened by a flat gold buckle
that Mrs. Rowson
had given her as a reward for good conduct, and a package of letters.
She spent an hour reading these, and old ties strengthened as she read.’
Many educated by Mrs. Rowson
's care might with justice have said—
My soul first kindled by thy bright example,
To noble thought and generous emulation
Now but reflects those beams that flow'd from thee.