I had a nice time on Sunday at Plymouth. They have a sort of come-outer society there, partially Buddhist, you would perhaps think, who are having a series of meetings on Sundays, at which different persons officiate, sometimes clerical, sometimes lay. They meet at Leyden Hall (a good Pilgrim Association) and have for their motto old John Robinson's saying to the Mayflower-ites, “More light yet is to break forth.” By the public they are termed “five-cent meetings” (that being the admission-fee); sometimes “Marston's meetings,” from Marston Watson, who got them up and who takes care of the preachers, and who is the best part of Plymouth. He . . . was classmate and crony of Sam Longfellow; and is certainly the finest specimen I have met of the combination of practical and ideal. Ever since he left college he has been a gardener, has a farm in a pretty valley about a mile from the town, a picturesque cottage of Sam L.'s designing, farm, garden, two greenhouses, a pretty little bright Plymouth wife, and some charming children with voices as sweet as their mother's. He raises chiefly ornamental trees and flowering plants; has miniature nurseries of young rose-trees in his greenhouses; imports all the new plants from France and Belgium and sends them all over the South and West. This he enjoys intensely and thinks it teaches him more than all the books in the world, though he finds time for these too .... I preached morning and evening; in the afternoon it rained, but we walked into the woods which stretch from near his house some thirteen miles
