Thus the memories of our native land are balmy with recollections of childhood, and cling to us through a lifetime of sorrow and change.  The humblest Scottish shepherd boy can never forget that

    “’Twas yonder on the Grampian hills
    His father fed his flock.”

Judge Curtis afterward revealed the fact that he was a native of South Carolina, and the mere mention of the sunny land of his boyhood gave to each latent sympathy new life and power.  It was also probable that he was not at first aware of my affliction, for he added the remark that he could not refuse a favor to a blind person.  When we were leaving his office he arose and inquired if I needed aid in any other way; stated that he was a widower and without other ties, hence had no claims upon his purse, and hoped I would feel as free to ask as he was to give.

I replied that I was doing too well in my legitimate business to require direct pecuniary aid, and unless he could assist me in securing railroad passes I had no requests to make.

How kindly he did this was manifest from the fact that I afterward received from Ex-Governor Stanford, who was President of the Central Pacific Road, a yearly pass, and with this introduction the favor was readily extended by all the railroads on the coast.

A few evenings before I left Sacramento Mrs. Van Every, from her ever overflowing goodness, improvised an entertainment for my pleasure and benefit.  It became necessary to initiate Hattie into the secret, but I remained in blissful ignorance until one evening I received a not unusual summons to go down to the drawing rooms, when I found myself the centre of a charmed circle of the elite of Sacramento, the easy flow of whose conversation was laden with love and sympathy for me, and then was revealed the fact that each invited guest had received a card, upon which Mrs. Van Every had traced the words “for the benefit of the blind lady.”

“Music with its golden tongue was there,” and the halls resounded with melody, which, with love’s sacred inspiration, is sweet as Apollo’s lute.

Among the gathered guests was Mr. Charles Cummings and lady, Mr. Cummings being one of the officers of the Central Pacific Railroad, of whom I shall speak hereafter.  A most sumptuous supper was served, each choice viand being the result of Mrs. Van Every’s culinary lore, which the most epicurean taste could not but relish.

The light-winged hours brought all unconsciously the time for parting, and the beauty and chivalry of Sacramento, left laden with books and baskets which had been spirited from my own room and tastefully disposed in the parlors; and each good night was blended with a kind wish and gentle benediction.

Mrs. Van Every, and her sister, Mrs. Fulger, who lived with her, were ladies of the noblest representative type of the Society of Friends, of which my life already held such blessed memories.  In general society, with deferential etiquette, they adopted the usual form of speech, but in the privacy of the home circle they used the “plain language” of their own organization, hence it became to me doubly musical in its sacred character.