‘I will give thee a chance to amend thy life,’ he replied; ‘and if thou dost not, it shall be thy own fault.’
He went round among the wealthy Quakers, and by dint of great persuasion he induced one to let her a small tenement at very low rent. A few others agreed to purchase some humble furniture, and a quantity of thread, needles, tape, and buttons, to furnish a small shop. The poor old creature's heart overflowed with gratitude, and it was her pride to keep everything very neat and orderly. There she lived contented and comfortable the remainder of her days, and became much respected in the neighborhood. The tears often came to her eyes when she saw Friend Hopper. ‘God bless that good man!’ she would say. ‘He has been the salvation of me.’
