ABSTRACT
Some months had now elapsed without any tidings of deacon Phineas Chauncey and his commission. Our hero began to doubt his integrity; but Dr. Sourby contended warmly in his favour, from his physiognomy, his avowed principles, and, above all, the nature of the life which he preferred. They were arguing it pro and con one afternoon, when a venerable personage, with white locks and grave demeanour, alighted from his horse, and presented Dr. Sourby with a letter. On perusing it, he said, exulting, ‘You will condemn your hasty judgment for once – read that, and submit. It is from our worthy friend Mr. Chauncey, who writes that he has bought some fine heads of cattle, at a very favourable price, and has procured us all the articles we proposed / to have, and that he will be with them here in a week. He refers us for further particulars to this gentleman, Mr. Truby, who has seen them, and whom he recommends to our notice as of the greatest probity, well informed, and a warm lover of the equality and original purity of man. – You are very welcome, Mr. Truby, to Independent Hall. How did you leave your friend?’
