The Bay State Monthly, Volume 3, No. 3 eBook

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When I think of Angelina there comes to me the picture of the spotless dove in the tempest, as she battles with the storm, seeking for some place to rest her foot.  She reminds me of innocence personified in Spenser’s poem.  In her girlhood, alone, heart-led, she comforts the slave in his quarters, mentally struggling with the problems his position wakes her to.  Alone, not confused, but seeking something to lean on, she grasps the Church, which proves a broken reed.  No whit disheartened, she turns from one sect to another, trying each by the infallible touchstone of that clear, child-like conscience.  The two old, lonely Quakers rest her foot awhile.  But the eager soul must work, not rest in testimony.  Coming North at last, she makes her own religion one of sacrifice and toil.  Breaking away from, rising above, all forms, the dove floats at last in the blue sky where no clouds reach....  This is no place for tears.  Graciously, in loving kindness and tenderly, God broke the shackles and freed her soul.  It was not the dust which surrounded her that we loved.  It was not the form which encompassed her that we revere; but it was the soul.  We linger a very little while, her old comrades.  The hour comes, it is even now at the door, that God will open our eyes to see her as she is:  the white-souled child of twelve years old ministering to want and sorrow; the ripe life, full of great influences; the serene old age, example and inspiration whose light will not soon go out.  Farewell for a very little while.  God keep us fit to join thee in that broader service on which thou hast entered.

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TEN DAYS IN NANTUCKET.

By Elizabeth Porter Gould.[2]

One night in the early part of July, 1883, as the successful real-estate broker, Mr. Gordon, returned to his home from his city office, his attention was arrested by a lively conversation between the members of his family on the wonders of Nantucket.  The sound of this old name brought so vividly back to him his own boyish interest in the place, that almost before he was aware of it he announced his return home to his family by saying:  “Well, supposing we go to Nantucket this summer?  It is thirty-four miles from mainland, and so free from malaria there is no better place for fishing and sailing, and there would be a mental interest in looking around the island which would be instructive and delightful, and, perhaps, profitable; for me from a business point of view.”

[Illustration:  EARLY MORNING, NANTUCKET.]

Mrs. Gordon, who had of late years developed a keen interest for the historic and antique, immediately seconded her husband in his suggestion; and before the evening closed a letter was sent to Nantucket asking for necessary information as to a boarding-place there, for at least ten days, for a party of five,—­Mr. and Mrs. Gordon, their daughter Bessie, twenty years of age, their son Tom, fifteen years, and a favorite cousin of theirs, Miss Ray, who was then visiting them, and whose purse, as Mr. Gordon had so often practically remembered, was not equal to her desire to see and to know.

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