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There was consequently an increased demand for their writings, and the branch called "Hicksites" felt the need of a bookstore. Friend Hopper's business had never been congenial to his character, and of late years it had become less profitable. A large number of his wealthiest customers were "Orthodox;" and when he took part with Elias Hicks, they ceased to patronize him.
On the inside of the glass partition of the private office, a voice of great suavity was heard. It was Eliphalet Hopper's. "If you will give me the numbers of the bales, Captain Brent, I'll send a dray down to your boat and get them." It was a very decisive voice that answered. "No, sir, I prefer to do business with my friend, Colonel Carvel. I guess I can wait."
When they found that more than half of their destined prey had slipped through their fingers, they were furious. One of them especially raved like a madman. He had written the anonymous letter, and was truly "a lewd fellow of the baser sort." Friend Hopper's feelings were too much interested for those who had been decreed slaves, to think anything of the abuse bestowed on himself.
This subject had occupied Friend Hopper's mind almost as early as the wrongs of the slave. He attended the meetings, and felt a lively interest in the discussions, in which he often took part. The editor of the New-York Evening Mirror, alluding to one of these occasions, says: "When Mr.
Her voice and manner excited Friend Hopper's compassion, and he thus addressed her: "If I will get a place for thee in some respectable family where they will be kind to thee, wilt thou give me thy word that thou wilt be honest and steady, and try to do thy duty." Her countenance brightened, and she eagerly answered, "Yes I will! And thank God and you too, the longest day I have to live."
His wife happened to overhear the conversation; and having a pitcher of scalding water in her hand, she ran out saying, "Do you propose to hire my husband to watch neighbor Hopper's premises for a runaway slave? Go about your business! or I will throw this in your face." When Dr.
His reference to his grandfather's Christmas tree impinged sharply upon The Hopper's conscience. Christmas had never figured very prominently in his scheme of life. About the only Christmases that he recalled with any pleasure were those that he had spent in prison, and those were marked only by Christmas dinners varying with the generosity of a series of wardens.
Hopper's face was not pleasant to see as he emerged. But at sight of Judge Whipple on the steps his suavity returned. "The Colonel will be in any minute, sir," said he. But the Judge walked past him without reply, and into the office. Captain Brent, seeing him; sprang to his feet. "Well, well, Judge," said he, heartily, "you fellows have done it now, sure.
The dart that shot from his eyes was of an aggressive honesty; and Mr. Hopper's, after an attempt at defiance, were dropped. "No," said the Captain. "Why not, Lige?" "Well, for one thing, he's been listening," said Captain Lige, as he departed. Colonel Carvel began to hum softly to himself:
After much patient effort he stopped sorting the animals in a bright new Noah's Ark to point his finger at The Hopper and remark: "'Ims nice mans; 'ims let Bil-lee play wif 'ims watch!" As Billie had broken the watch his acknowledgment of The Hopper's courtesy in letting him play with it brought a grin to The Hopper's face.
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