New-York tribune., 1901-01-12

than credtable fashion. With all this she did
her duty to her neighbor, spending time and
effort when she had no money to give in charity.
Wholesome, sincere generous and merry hearted
was Emma Marshall, and 1t is not to be
wondered at that many famous men who could
have cared little for her writings gave loyal
lifelong friendship to the woman.
Longfeow was one of her correspondents.
and a number of his letters are printed in this
volume. They are agreeable. but Of no partcu-
lar interest The ingenious way in which he
says amiabe things about her books without
committing himself to a critical opinion may be
perhaps commended to the hunted author Il
have all your novels ranged together in a book
case in my bedroom" he writes so that can
see them every day. and now and then read
page or two in them and refresh my memory
with something pleasant coming from you
One of the "reminiscences of Mrs MarshalFs
pink checked youth was OF finding herself alone
in Dean Johnson's drawing room with Goodwin
Smith. and of breaking the cold silence by say
ing that she had been reading Tennyson's
'Idylls." She thought them most lovely-had
he read them? No avs the short reply, not
being young lady. 1 have no time to waste on
sugary romance' And there silence
again, while the Tennyson enthusiast in white
muslin and blue ribbons, duly crushed. retired
into her shell once more"
Mrs Marshall was partly Quaker, and much
of her childhood spent in Norwich, where
many people OF that faith have attained dis
tinction. One of these fair, portly, maJes-
tic Eiizab beth Fry, the ministering angel of
Newgate' another Amelia Opie, still brill
liant in old age when little Emma Martin
watched her enter the Friends meeting house
Tall and somewhat stout, with her head thrown
back and her bearing that of who knew she
.vta in q
assembly Amelia Opie would pass to a seat of
honor below the minister's gallery, and compose
herself TO her devotions not quickly as those
about her. l have caught her eye wandering
many time 1t was marvellous change.
when one comes to think of it, from the feathers
and fnery of a fashionable lady in the early
part of the century to the stiff Quaker bonnet
(hers by the way, was small and perched some
what coquettshly on her head) and the SILK
gowns of gray and fawn which were the only
permissible colors for the garments of the 'pialn
Friends"
Froh her earliest childhood Amelia loved to
frequent the court during the assiZes, ana Wheh
Baron Anderson was on the bench, his Quaker
ess cousin was often seen at his side IL was
The. one dissipation of her later llte-a glimpse
into the world she had fOrsaken. Sne always
had a new gown for the occasion, and rtmem-
ber hearing a dressmaker say to my mother
that she must wait for the dress she was max
ing for her as Mrs. Opie's court dress had 10
he finished by a certain day. My mother
laughed and said. one would think MRS. Ople
were going to be presented TO the Ming Inc
High Sheriff's carriage with Judge ana cndP-
lain within drove up once to Mrs. OpleS uooi
ia Lady's Lane. and, to the surprise of the spec
tators who had followed the carriage OUT
stepped the fair Quak.ress in her SOFT SILK gown
of niseOn gray and Baron Anderson was heard
to say affectionately, "Adieu, my dear COUSIN
Amelia"