Again she says:  “Last night I dreamed of being married, queerly enough, too, for it seemed as if I had married a Presbyterian priest, whom I never before had seen.  I thought I repented thoroughly before the day had passed and my mind was much troubled.”  This modest Quaker maiden writes of receiving a newspaper from a young man:  “Its contents were none of the most polite; a piece of poetry on Love and one called ‘Ridin’ on a Rail,’ and numerous little stories and things equally as bad.  What he means I can not tell, but silence will be the best rebuke.”  Another who comes a-wooing she describes as “a real soft-headed old bachelor,” and remarks:  “These old bachelors are perfect nuisances to society.”  A friend marries a man of rather feeble intellect, and she comments:  “Tis strange, ’tis passing strange, that a girl possessed of common sense should be willing to marry a lunatic—­but so it is.”

Miss Anthony went to New Rochelle as assistant in Eunice Kenyon’s boarding-school, but the principal being ill most of the time, she has to take entire charge, and the responsibility seems to weigh heavily on the nineteen-year-old girl.  She speaks also of watching night after night, with only such rest as she gets lying on the floor.  She gives some idea of the medical treatment of those days:  “The Doctor came and gave her a dose of calomel and bled her freely, telling me not to faint as I held the bowl.  Her arm commenced bleeding in the night and she lost so much blood she fainted.  Next day the Doctor came, applied a blister and gave her another dose of calomel.”

She meets some colored girls from the school at Oneida and writes home:  “A strict Presbyterian school it is, but they eat, walk and associate with the white people.  O, what a happy state of things is this, to see these poor, degraded sons of Afric privileged to walk by our side.”  On Sunday she hears Stephen Archer, the great Quaker preacher, who was at the head of a large Friends’ boarding-school at Tarrytown, and says: 

He is a much younger man than I expected to see, and wears a sweet smile on his face....  The people about here are anti-Abolitionist and anti-everything else that’s good.  The Friends raised quite a fuss about a colored man sitting in the meeting-house, and some left on account of it.  The man was rich, well-dressed and very polite, but still the pretended meek followers of Christ could not worship their God and have this sable companion with them.  What a lack of Christianity is this!  There are three colored girls here who have been in the habit of attending Friends’ meeting where they have lived, but here they are not allowed to sit even on the back seat.  One long-faced elder dusted off a seat in the gallery and told them to sit there.  Their father was freed by his master and left $60,000, and these girls are educated and refined.

Aaron McLean, who is soon to marry her sister Guelma, writes in answer to this:  “I am glad to