Why should the discovery of its existence curdle my blood, stop my heart-beats, and send a rush of burning shame from forehead to finger-tip?
Why should I have blushed that my husband was a law-abiding citizen of the freest country in the world?
Why blame him for acting in harmony with the canons of every Christian church--aye, of that one of which I was a member, and proud of its history as a bulwark of civil liberty?
Was it any fault of his that "all that she (the wife) can acquire by her labor-service or act during coverture, belongs to her husband ?" Certainly not.

Yet that law made me shrink and think of mother's warning, given so long ago.

But marriage was a life-contract, and God required me to keep it to the end, and said, "When thou passeth through the fire I will be with thee, and the floods shall not overflow thee." I could not bear to have a bill sent to mother's executors for my wages, but I could compromise, and I did.
He returned to Louisville, sold the goods, went on a trading-boat, and joined Samuel in Little Rock.

While he was there Samuel died--died a Presbyterian, and left this message for me: "Tell sister Jane I will meet her in heaven." This my husband transmitted to me, and was deeply grieved and much softened by his brother's death.
Rev.Isaiah Niblock, of Butler, Pa., a distant relative and very near friend, asked me to take charge of the Butler Seminary and become his guest.

My salary would be twenty-five dollars a month, and this was munificent.