Yet I knew Mrs.Nichol at once; her strongly marked face was not readily forgotten.
I went with the family on Sunday to the Friends' meeting, where a most unusual manifestation for that decorous sect occurred.

I had been told that, if I felt inclined, it would be considered quite proper for me to make some remarks, and just as I was revolving an opening sentence to a few thoughts I desired to present, a man arose in a remote part of the house and began, in a low voice, to give his testimony as to the truth that was in him.

All eyes were turned toward him, when suddenly a Friend leaned over the back of the seat, seized his coat tails and jerked him down in a most emphatic manner.

The poor man buried his face in his hands, and maintained a profound silence.

I learned afterward that he was a bore, and the Friend in the rear thought it wise to nip him in the bud.