The Rev.
Hugh Maire was a little stout fellow, vehement in manner and speech, who danced about the floor, as he laid down the law, in the most original and comical manner.

As Mr.Stanton had never seen him before, the hour to him was one of constant struggle to maintain his equilibrium.

I had sat under his ministrations for several years, and was accustomed to his rhetoric, accent, and gestures, and thus was able to go through the ordeal in a calmer state of mind.
Sister Madge, who had stood by me bravely through all my doubts and anxieties, went with us to New York and saw us on board the vessel.

My sister Harriet and her husband, Daniel C.Eaton, a merchant in New York city, were also there.

He and I had had for years a standing game of "tag" at all our partings, and he had vowed to send me "tagged" to Europe.