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the man showed his love for
the driver most plainly -

A very severe Thunder Storm
this P.M. Was not able to call
on any of the friends.

Found Dr. Wrights people
very much afflicted, in the
death of an only grandson of
an only daughter -

April 11

Cool, but pleasant - Mr. R.
called on her friend Reuben
Webb, his wife Sally was in, she
seemed to think it would not
be best to have a meeting in
Philadelphia, that it was too late
in the season.

We then went to Mr. Crowells
whose wife is a sister of Mr.
Mendom Editor of the Boston
Investigator, neither of them
were at home, but a bright
little girl, whom they have
adopted knew Mrs. R. & enter
tained us with a beautiful little
song -

I wish I was a little bird
Up in the bright blue sky
Who sings, & flies just where he will
And no one asks him why."

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[April /54]

I wish I was a wild wild Deer
I saw the other day
Who like an arrow swiftly flew
Through woods, far, far away.

I wish I was a cunning Fox
I'd hide me in a Cave
I'd rather be a savage wolf
Than what I am a slave.

My mother calls me a good boy
My Father calls me brave
What wicked actions have I done
That I should be a slave.

I saw my little sister sold
So they will do by me
My Heavenly Father let me die
So I shall be free --

Mr. Webb called at Mr.
Crowells, he is a liberal Friend,
Twenty years ago, he & his wife
sat on a public platform
with Frances Wright, which
act damned them in the
eyes of the Society. After dinner
Mrs. Wright took us in her car-
riage to call on Lucretia Mott.

Contary to Mrs. R. expectation

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