Regiment, Massachusetts Volunteer Militia, in the Spanish-American War. He is now in business in San Francisco, California. Carrie Louise Goodale was married, April 15, 1903, to Nathaniel Perkins Simonds, and now resides in Salem.
LOUISE HUMPHREY-SMITH.—The subject of this sketch was first known to the writer when she was not Mrs. Humphrey-Smith nor even Miss Humphrey, but simply and sweetly Louise. We were not reared in the same neighborhood, yet quite near each other; and as youth and maiden we formed a friendship which, through many years and many vicissitudes, has held fast till now, and which in some degree qualifies me to speak of her.
The town in which she was reared was Turner, Me. Her neighborhood was Bradfonl Village, through which flows the Nezinseot River. The village, a small and unpretentling farming community, was large enough for a considerable circle of neighborly relations, and contained two men, a physician and a minister, of more than strictly local importance. The physician, Dr. Philip Bradfonl, was of perhaps no high rank in his profession, but he practised it with fair success, and directed to wise ends the influence which his position gave him. The elders certainly looked up to him, and sought his advice on many matters outside his medical studies; and I suspect there were few young people about him who did not incur an extra-professional debt to him. Their interests interested him, and his homely counsel and genial sympathy were ever for them. The minister, the Rev. William R. French—it is ever with a hush of reverence that I speak of him. He was one of those ministers, becoming rarer and rarer, who take small place and abide in it content, and are no less strenuous in their service because their parishioners are poor and few. He might have served as the model of the preacher of the "Deserted Village," or the "Pourc Persoun" of the "Canterbury Tales." He had the instincts and the training of a scholar. In the pulpit he was not eloquent, but he was wise, and in his pastoral walk he conveyed the impression both of holiness and the beauty of it. There floats into my mind, as peculiarly applicable to him, a stanza from an elegy on Sidney included in some editions of the works of Spenser:—
" A sweet attractive kiude of grace,
A full assurance given by lookes,
Continuall comfort in a face.
The lineaments of Gospell bookes;
I trowe that countenance cannot lie,
Whose thoughts are legible in the eie."
He was peculiarly useful to young people. While they revered him, they could be easily familiar with him; and he showed them their possibilities, sympathized with their aspirations, corrected, encouraged, and led them on. If our friend were to undertake a statement of her obligations, I suspect she would confess no greater debt to any other than to him. And of great importance to her early life must have been a considerable group of young people who aspired, some of whom have since acquitted themselves well. Somehow they had caught hold upon the truth that the better portion of the world was beyond their horizon, and that it was only by the highway of culture that they could reach that fairer and ampler realm. The resources for culture were not bountiful, but they were not altogether wanting. The Atlantic Monthly and Harper s Magazine, though not widely taken, were yet to be seen. The current literature was for most part beyond our reach, but a few classics we had—Pope, Thomson, Goldsmith, Burns, Byron, Milton, Shakespeare, food for noble hungering; and these were read. The minister above mentioned here bore some aid. With an eye to the needs of his young people, he put into his Sunday-school library books of real literary value in place of the current stories of good little boys and girls who died so discouragingly young.
Such was the more general environment of Mrs. Humphrey-Smith's girlhood, wanting many things indeed, but not without its smile upon an earnest life. We come to her home. In its general appearance it was like the homes about her, perhaps, on the whole, a little better than the average. The house, still standing, but tenantless and decaying, is a small cottage upon a hillside. Within it in her day was no
