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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 5. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Margaret Smith's Journal (search)
make this Church in the wilderness beautiful and comely, an example to the world of that peace and good will to men, which the angels sang of at the birth of the blessed Redeemer. I have been the more careful to give the substance of Mr. Russ's sermon, as nearly as I can remember it, forasmuch as it hath given offence to some who did listen to it. Deacon Dole saith it was such a discourse as a Socinian or a Papist might have preached, for the great stress it laid upon works; and Goodwife Matson, a noisy, talking woman,—such an one, no doubt, as those busybodies whom Saint Paul did rebuke for forwardness, and command to keep silence in the church,—says the preacher did go out of his way to favor Quakers, Indians, and witches; and that the Devil in Goody Morse's house was no doubt well pleased with the discourse. R. Pike saith he does no wise marvel at her complaints; for when she formerly dwelt at the Marblehead fishing-haven, she was one of the unruly women who did break into Thom
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 5. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Tales and Sketches (search)
rands, milk the cow, and saddle the horse. Widow Matson was a notable shrill-tongued woman, from whng, except what concerns yourself, answered Widow Matson, tartly. Mrs. Nugeon says that you've beenmorning, not more than fourscore years ago, David Matson, with his young wife and his two healthy, bnd sold in the market place as slaves, poor David Matson among the rest. When a boy he had learneand threw up their caps, while others, with David Matson among them, knelt down on the chips, and therwards found a place in his great epic. David Matson had saved a little money during his captiviold home, and finally asked him if he knew a Mrs. Matson. I rather think I do, said Pelatiah; shft her with a baby in her arms. If you are David Matson, your right to her is outlawed; at any rateto give her up. God is great! said poor David Matson, unconsciously repeating the familiar wordshildren, is now all that remains to tell of David Matson,—the lost man. The fish I Didn't catch[4 more...]