Tall and stately, after all life's troubled scenes, financial losses and domestic sorrows, he used to say there was no spot on earth that seemed so like his idea of Paradise.

The proud, reserved judge was unaccustomed to manifestations of affection and tender interest in his behalf, and when Gerrit, taking him by both hands would, in his softest tones say, "Good-morning," and inquire how he had slept and what he would like to do that day, and Nancy would greet him with equal warmth and pin a little bunch of roses in his buttonhole, I have seen the tears in his eyes.

Their warm sympathies and sweet simplicity of manner melted the sternest natures and made the most reserved amiable.

There never was such an atmosphere of love and peace, of freedom and good cheer, in any other home I visited.

And this was the universal testimony of those who were guests at Peterboro.