And that was exactly what Mrs.Chapman wanted.

The good woman, however, had been so much engaged of late getting the new church on its legs, and negotiating for the services of the Reverend Warren Holbrook, of Dogtown, Massachusetts, who was to spread the doctrines of transcendentalism, and a variety of other isms, before the people, and turn Nyack out of doors, religiously speaking, that she felt that she had not performed her whole duty towards Mattie.
There had been a religious tea-party at Chapman's house, where the affair of the new church had been talked over, and the opening day arranged.

Mrs.Chapman was in her best dress, with a profusion of ribbons streaming down her back, and a puffy cap on her head.

She had received a letter from the Reverend Warren Holbrook, accepting the offer of three hundred dollars a year and board and washing, and saying, that in addition to transcendentalism, he would advocate the equality of the great human family.

If these poor, benighted Dutch people who lived about Nyack would only be regenerated and made progressive.