I like that much in Sarah Stack.
However, the remainder of the virtuous world were not so considerate, nor so charitable.

Many neighbours shunned the poor girl, as if contaminated by the crimes which Roger had undoubtedly committed: the more elderly unmarried sisterhood, as we have chronicled already, were overjoyed at the precious opportunity:--"Here was the pert vixen, whom all the young fellows so shamelessly followed, turned out, after all, a murderer's daughter;--they wished her joy of her eyes, and lips, and curls, and pretty speeches: no good ever came of such naughty ways, that the men liked so." Nay, even the tipsy crew at Bacchus's affected to treat her name with scorn:--"The girl had made much noise about being called a trull, as if many a better than she wasn't one; and, after all, what was the prudish wench?
a sort of she-butcher; they had no patience with her proud looks." As to farmer Floyd, he made a great stir about his boy being about to marry a felon's daughter; and the affectionate mother, with many elaborate protestations, had "vowed to Master Jonathan, that she would rather lay him out with her own hands, and a penny on each eye, than see a Floyd disgrace himself in that 'ere manner." And uncles, aunts, and cousins, most disinterestedly exhorted that the obstinate youth be disinherited--"Ay, Mr.Floyd, I wish your son was a high-minded man like his father; but there's a difference, Mr.Floyd; I wish he had your true blue yeoman's honour, and the spirit that becomes his father's son: if the lad was mine, I'd cut him off with a shilling, to buy a halter for his drab of a wife.

Dang it, Mrs.Floyd, it'll never do to see so queer a Mrs.Jonathan Junior, a standing in your tidy shoes beside this kitchen dresser." These estimable counsels were, I grieve to say, of too flattering a nature to displease, and of too lucrative a quality not to be continually repeated; until, really, Jonathan was threatened with beggary and the paternal malediction, if he would persist in his disreputable attachment.
Nevertheless, Jonathan clung to the right like a hero.
"Granting poor Acton is the wretch you think--but I do not believe one word of it--does his crime make his daughter wicked too?
No; she is an angel, a pure and blessed creature, far too good for such a one as I.
And happy is the man that has gained her love; he should not give her up were she thrice a felon's daughter.

My father and mother," Jonathan went on to say, "never found a fault in her till now.

Who was more welcome on the hill than pretty Grace?
who would oftenest come to nurse some sickly lamb, but gentle Grace?
who was wont, from her childhood up, to run home with me so constantly, when school was over, and pleased my kinsfolk so entirely with her nice manners and kind ways?
Hadn't he fought for her more than once, and though he came home with bruises on his face, his mother praised him for it ?" Then, with a natural divergence from the strict subject-matter of objection, vicarious felony, Jonathan went on to argue about other temporal disadvantages.