I think it was in the summer of 1864, on a beautiful, but quite warm sabbath morning that I first saw Mr. Fuller
He was seated in the centre, fourth pew from the front of the meeting-house of the First Trinitarian Church, in the uniform of a Union soldier.
He had obtained a furlough, and had arrived in town just in good time for church.
He had either omitted to write about it, or had come more quickly than his letter, so his coming was unexpected.
His sister was becoming anxious for him, not having received letters for several months.
Arriving as the service was about to begin, she stood a full minute in the aisle, perplexed at seeing her soldier brother in the family pew. The surprise was complete, whether intended or not, and this is the most vivid recollection I have of Mr. Josiah G. Fuller
H. N. A.