Page:Letter from Anne Warren Weston to Caroline Weston; Monday, August 7, 1837.djvu/2

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could not have put back what was never forward. She spoke very well indeed, tho' I have heard her when I have been more struck. Sarah, having a very bad cold, did not speak.

Friday morning Miss Capell, Mrs Rugg, Mrs Dix and a young man from Dartmouth College called. I received D's letter while in the midst of this goodly company, but had to wait in a perfect (?)nous till they were gone; I had a feeling as to what was in it. Never was I glader to hear news of that sort. I was so relieved to learn that there was only one. I was busy part of Friday morning writing notes of invitation as the Dr was determined to do all his duty and give a party. When he gave me his list, I observed that he had asked mostly the people that visited at the house generally and many good Abolitionists were left out. I remonstrated against this and the Dr readily agreed to marking the party genuinely de(?) Accordingly, together with the Fullers, Frothinghams, Dixs', Robinsons, Banscrofts(?) &. were asked those who had hitherto appeared of (?) note, and in the whole, this (?)dined a party of 30 or 40. Miss Grey fell to work & made custard & blancmange and the evening came, & so did the folks. Almost all came that were asked, so that half the room was composed of down right opposers. The Grimskés behaved very well, talked pleasantly & fully with individuals & Angelina harangued(?) circles of brethren which induced some of the women present to look on with gainsaying eyes. Stanton acted very like himself, that is, refused to be introduced to everybody, or to contribute at all to anybody's amusement. The Dr thought that some of the aristocracy felt badly, not at being brought into collision with Abolitionists, but with mechanics &c. I told him it was equal to one, if they all fell into apoplexies. Saturday afternoon Stanton left us, having I believe sucked(?) $2-00 from the Dr. Money, money, being the whole burden of his song. Saturday afternoon who should drive up to the door but Mary Ann and her father. Her face was somewhat flushed & had that indescribably worried look that features exhibit when something is on the mind; her father was very courteous indeed, but I perceived that it seemed(?) not answer(?) to utter the words Grimké or Abolition. The Dr was gone