“I am the eldest of a large family, born of pious parents.  We belonged to the congregation of the Primitive Methodists.

“My sisters were all married before me.  I remained for some years the only one at home.  At the latter part of the time my mother’s health failed; and I managed the house in her place.  Our spiritual pastor, good Mr. Bapchild, used often to dine with us, on Sundays, between the services.  He approved of my management of the house, and, in particular, of my cooking.  This was not pleasant to my mother, who felt a jealousy of my being, as it were, set over her in her place.  My unhappiness at home began in this way.  My mother’s temper got worse as her health got worse.  My father was much away from us, traveling for his business.  I had to bear it all.  About this time I began to think it would be well for me if I could marry as my sisters had done; and have good Mr. Bapchild to dinner, between the services, in a house of my own.

“In this frame of mind I made acquaintance with a young man who attended service at our chapel.

“His name was Joel Dethridge.  He had a beautiful voice.  When we sang hymns, he sang off the same book with me.  By trade he was a paper-hanger.  We had much serious talk together.  I walked with him on Sundays.  He was a good ten years younger than I was; and, being only a journeyman, his worldly station was below mine.  My mother found out the liking that had grown up between us.  She told my father the next time he was at home.  Also my married sisters and my brothers.  They all joined together to stop things from going further between me and Joel Dethridge.  I had a hard time of it.  Mr. Bapchild expressed himself as feeling much grieved at the turn things were taking.  He introduced me into a sermon—­not by name, but I knew who it was meant for.  Perhaps I might have given way if they had not done one thing.  They made inquiries of my young man’s enemies, and brought wicked stories of him to me behind his back.  This, after we had sung off the same hymn-book, and walked together, and agreed one with the other on religious subjects, was too much to bear.  I was of age to judge for myself.  And I married Joel Dethridge.”

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“My relations all turned their backs on me.  Not one of them was present at my marriage; my brother Reuben, in particular, who led the rest, saying that they had done with me from that time forth.  Mr. Bapchild was much moved; shed tears, and said he would pray for me.

“I was married in London by a pastor who was a stranger; and we settled in London with fair prospects.  I had a little fortune of my own—­my share of some money left to us girls by our aunt Hester, whom I was named after.  It was three hundred pounds.  Nearly one hundred of this I spent in buying furniture to fit up the little house we took to live in.  The rest I gave to my husband to put into the bank against the time when he wanted it to set up in business for himself.