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having the carriage smashed to pieces. However,
all went well. We reached the steamboat in time,
and had a beautiful sail upon the calm waters of
the extensive bay, where large and small steamers
incessantly pass and wind their way among the sailing
craft. What life!--
Now a word about my new friends, Marcus and Rebecca
Spring of Rose Cottage in quiet Brooklyn. They are
very unusual people; they have something about them
remarkably simple and humane, serene and beautiful,
which seems to me of angelic purity. They have
been, and are, indescribably kind to me. Marcus
is what is called a self-made man. But I rather
suspect that our Lord himself was of his kind, both
in heart and head. His countenance reminds me of
Sterne’s expression about a face--"it resembles a
blessing." His wife, Rebecca, comes of the race of
Quakers, and has something about her of that quiet,
inward light, and that reflectiveness which, it is
said, belongs to this sect. Besides, she has much
talent and wit, and it is especially agreeable to hear
her converse. Her exterior is pleasing without being
beautiful; her mouth remarkably fresh and cheerful,
and her figure classically graceful. Both husband and
wife are true patriots and warm friends of humanity,
loving the ideal in life, and living for it. They
are people of affluence, and are able to do much
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