Even Elizabeth Fry seemed quite unwilling to breathe the same atmosphere with her.

During the six weeks that many of us remained in London after the convention we were invited to a succession of public and private breakfasts, dinners, and teas, and on these occasions it was amusing to watch Mrs.Fry's sedulous efforts to keep Mrs.Mott at a distance.

If Mrs.Mott was on the lawn, Mrs.Fry would go into the house; if Mrs.Mott was in the house, Mrs.Fry would stay out on the lawn.

One evening, when we were all crowded into two parlors, and there was no escape, the word went round that Mrs.Fry felt moved to pray with the American delegates, whereupon a profound silence reigned.

After a few moments Mrs.Fry's voice was heard deploring the schism among the American Friends; that sol many had been led astray by false doctrines; urging the Spirit of All Good to show them the error of their way, and gather them once more into the fold of the great Shepherd of our faith.