But whatever he was to her, in their brief union, he was a good father to me, and for his sake I have always loved and honoured the Society of Friends.
"Phineas," said he (after having stopped a volley of poor Jael's indignations, beseechings, threats, and prognostications, by a resolute "Get the lad ready to go")--"Phineas, my son, I rejoice to see thy mind turning towards business.

I trust, should better health be vouchsafed thee, that some day soon--" "Not just yet, father," said I, sadly--for I knew what he referred to, and that it would never be.

Mentally and physically I alike revolted from my father's trade.

I held the tan-yard in abhorrence--to enter it made me ill for days; sometimes for months and months I never went near it.

That I should ever be what was my poor father's one desire, his assistant and successor in his business, was, I knew, a thing totally impossible.
It hurt me a little that my project of going with him to-day should in any way have deceived him; and rather silently and drearily we set out together; progressing through Norton Bury streets in our old way, my father marching along in his grave fashion, I steering my little carriage, and keeping as close as I could beside him.