Poor Rose! she wept over her lapses when sober, and made fair promises for the future, but I did not dare to trust her, so we parted.

The one drawback to the joys of housekeeping was then, as it is now, the lack of faithful, competent servants.

The hope of co-operative housekeeping, in the near future, gives us some promise of a more harmonious domestic life.
One of the books in my library I value most highly is the first volume of Whittier's poems, published in 1838, "Dedicated to Henry B.Stanton, as a token of the author's personal friendship, and of his respect for the unreserved devotion of exalted talents to the cause of humanity and freedom." Soon after our marriage we spent a few days with our gifted Quaker poet, on his farm in Massachusetts.
I shall never forget those happy days in June; the long walks and drives, and talks under the old trees of anti-slavery experiences, and Whittier's mirth and indignation as we described different scenes in the World's Anti-slavery Convention in London.

He laughed immoderately at the Tom Campbell episode.

Poor fellow! he had taken too much wine that day, and when Whittier's verses, addressed to the convention, were read, he criticised them severely, and wound up by saying that the soul of a poet was not in him.