Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker

rd to most matters-reminded me almost daily of my misdeeds. He hoped I did not drink any more, and he would even look at the square flasks on the shelf to see, as I suspected,

hile in distress, feeling that he must

in his nature to give, and thus it came about that we drew apart, and perhaps neither then nor at any later time were, or could

e, and to walk up and down, opening and shutting his hands, as he recounted my sin

ur family circle. As he had much to do with my later life, it is well to return a little,

he Scots Grays, and desired to see me in the si

last night. He begs to make his excuses to Mrs. Wynne in this letter, which may I ask you to deli

st be careful what answer I made. "I cannot

lady was. A blow is a thing no gentleman can, as a rule, submit to; but this has been discussed by

enty," I

quite right; but, by St. George, you are a hard hitter! Mr. Wynne would have come in person, but he is hardly fit to be

, I was embarrassed more than a little, but not at all dissatisfied with the condition of

and in a day or two talk it over with him. Indeed, he is a mo

ine with the mess some day, but don't hit any more of us;" and so, laughing, he went away

e king nor our own George could spell well). She would not let me see it. I did years afterward

nestly to my work. I hardly recognised the man who came in on us after supper, as my mother and I sat in the orchard, with my father in a better humour than of late, and smoking a churchwarden, which, you may like

Packet" of two weeks back, or my mother spoke of their September voyage, and of what

d the servant said I should find you here; so I have taken my welcome

saying in my ear as he approached, "It

the East, and had black hair, not fine, but rather coarse. I noticed a scar on his forehead. He shook hands, using his left hand, because, as

e thee, Cousin Wyn

I took his greeting with decent cordiality, and sai

idered to be quite simple folk. In a few minutes the unpleasantness of the situation was over. He and my father were at one about politics,

of your views as a Frie

," said my father, and I fel

was fitly dealt with. We are hot-blooded people, we Wynnes. The ways of Friends are not our wa

," said my father. "We may insult the great Mas

e spoke with the utmost deference. "Do you go to W

of business. Wyncote has

. My brother will get but a small income when it falls to him. My father fights cocks a

mother watched him curiously, with those a

my inducements to visit Wyncote. I s

n mine. We are a sad set, we Wynnes. All the prosperity, and I fe

ote," said I. "I think thou di

unger brother, with a tough father alive, and an elder bro

kindness. "We are plain people, and live simply; but a Wynne sho

, turning to me, said, "I hear, Cousin Hugh, that you refused to say that you were sorry

aves himself in future. Thou

effort as a peacemaker did not render my course the more

thou hast done all a

honestly," he replied, "a

not declare that I am sorry, except for the whole business." And with this I took his left hand, a variety

am like most younger brothers, inclined to want things. I thank you all for a pleasant hour. It is like home, or better." With this h

her thought he talked much of himself; and had been pleasanter if he had not spoken so frankl

e that in him which we mu

bled both his paternal and his spiritual pride. I was about to say that there was little likeness between my sin and that of my c

ce, John Wynne, thou wouldst be far f

ave described, a signal of restrained anger, and, like anything physically unusual in one we love, not quite pleasant to

njust, John

y s

e faith that thou, even thou, John

llowed his exclamations: "There is but one answer, wife. Both have been brutes, but this boy has been kept near to godly things all his life. Each First-day the tongues of r

at is better than to let him go with the thought that he is altogether like, or no better than, that man. If thou hast a duty to bear testimony, so have I." And thus the mo

o them that despitefully use thee. Thou wilt ruin thy son

ould I see my mother treated like a street-wench or a

father. "Yes, even

de into the house, wondering i

absolute self-repression, and of concealment of emotion again prevailed, so that at breakfast we met as usual, and, whateve