A flash back in time from a lady whose mother knew the Countess of Huntingdon. – Hentycrew
As my mother grew better she frequently took me with herself to the Pump Room, and she sometimes told me anecdotes[stories] of those she had seen there when she was a child.
On one occasion when the room was thronged with company, a simple, humble woman dressed in the garb of the Society of Friends, walked in to the midst of the assembly and began to address them on the vanity and follies of the world, and the insufficiency of worldliness against spiritual religion. The company seemed taken by surprise, and their attention was arrested for a few moments. As the speaker proceeded and spoke more and more against the customs of the world, signs of disapprobation appeared. Amongst those present was one lady with a stern yet high-toned expression of countenance, she sat erect and listened to the speaker. The impatience of the hearers soon became unrestrained, as the Quaker spoke of giving up the world and its pleasures, hisses, groans, and cries of, “Down, down!” burst from every quarter.
Continued as soon as I have time!