Testimony concerning her Beloved Husband, John Estaugh.”  In this preface she says:  “Since it pleased divine Providence so highly to favor me with being the near companion of this dear worthy, I must give some small account of him.  Few, if any, in a married state ever lived in sweeter harmony than we did.  He was a pattern of moderation in all things; not lifted up with any enjoyments, nor cast down at any disappointments; a man endowed with many good gifts, which rendered him very agreeable to his friends and much more to me, his wife, to whom his memory is most dear and precious.”

Elizabeth survived her excellent husband twenty years, useful and honored to the last.  The monthly meeting of Haddonfield, in a published testimonial, speaks of her thus:  “She was endowed with great natural abilities, which, being sanctified by the spirit of Christ, were much improved; whereby she became qualified to act in the affairs of the Church, and was a serviceable member, having been clerk to the women’s meeting nearly fifty years, greatly to their satisfaction.  She was a sincere sympathizer with the afflicted, of a benevolent disposition, and in distributing to the poor, was desirous to do it in a way most profitable and durable to them, and, if possible, not to let the right hand know what the left did.  Though in a state of affluence as to this world’s wealth, she was an example of plainness and moderation.  Her heart and house were open to her friends, whom to entertain seemed one of her greatest pleasures.  Prudently cheerful, and well knowing the value of friendship, she was careful not to wound it herself, nor to encourage others by whispering supposed failings or weaknesses.  Her last illness brought great bodily pain, which she bore with much calmness of mind and sweetness of spirit.  She departed this life as one falling asleep, full of days, like unto a shock of corn, fully ripe.”

The town of Haddonfield, in New Jersey, took its name from her; and the tradition concerning her courtship is often repeated by some patriarch among the Quakers.

Her medical skill is so well remembered, that the old nurses of New Jersey still recommend Elizabeth Estaugh’s salve as the “sovereignest thing on earth.”

The following beautiful lines from Whittier, though inspired by another, well apply to this Quakeress of the olden time: 

    As pure and sweet, her fair brow seemed
      Eternal as the sky;
    And like the brook’s low song, her voice,—­
      A sound that could not die.

    And half we deemed she needed not
      The changing of her sphere,
    To give to heaven a shining one,
      Who walked an angel here.

    The blessing of her quiet life
      Fell on us like the dew;
    And good thoughts, where her footsteps pressed,
      Like fairy blossoms grew.

    Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds
      Were in her very look;
    We read her face as one who reads
      A true and holy book.