These certainly were not fitting surroundings for a little girl, intelligent and thoughtful beyond her years, and of an unduly sensitive and nervous organization.

But she was her mother's only girl, this was our only home, and, coming out of the furnace fires of such a life, we could not think it strange that she should feel the need of a Heavenly Father in whom she could trust, of $ Savior's arm on which she could lean, and of a home in the church where she could find help and sympathy.
One thought was ever present in my heart, how far could brethren co-operate together who had been on opposite sides?
To learn what could be done I made the acquaintance of brethren everywhere.

The brilliant and erratic Dr.Cox, of Missouri, had sent an appointment to "Old Union," and Oliver Steele came with him.

I attended his meeting, and Bro.

Steele, Cox and myself accepted the hospitality of Bro.
Humber.Bro.Cox, being now in the presence of a man reported to be a live Abolitionist, opened a discussion on the question of slavery.
I had been brought up on the Western Reserve, Ohio, and inherited intense anti-slavery convictions.