"Well, when I was a girl sixteen I often did, afraid of being 'a lost soul forever'--such was the doctrine I heard preached in my childhood." I tried rallying her a little, saying she was proud of her doubts as belonging to one who thought deeper--was of keener intellectual fibre--but I made no impression. What she felt was sincere. She never posed. She had a deeply religious nature; had no sympathy with free thinking--so called--or scientific speculations, flippant and irreverent. And how quickly she responded to what was noble and uplifting in any service! I had the privilege of spending a week in New York with her one Easter vacation and going with her to hear O. B. Frothingham preach. We had never heard him, and anticipated a coldly brilliant, intellectual discourse such as he had the reputation of giving. I still hear his calm clear voice in his invocation,--"Let us come into Thy presence this morning, forgetting all bitter memories of the past; the cares, anxieties and trials of the present; the gloomy forebodings of the future; and ascend with Thee into that higher realm where the sun is always shining, where the truth holds on forever, and where love--never wanes." Miss Mitchell was much moved. She leaned forward to me,--"I am full fed now,--could go home this minute." A conundrum was given out,--"What is the way to slip into Heaven easy?" Miss Mitchell protested, sure that the answer must be something denominational or Calvinistic. On hearing the answer,--"Make frequent use of the church _ile_," she exclaimed quickly, "Oh, that's Episcopal! The orthodox people think it is no matter what you _do_ if you only _think_ right; the Unitarians think it is no matter what you _believe_ if you only _do_ right; and the Episcopalians think it is no matter what you do or what you believe if you only go to church." The Faculty table in the dining-room was also for students' guests, no separate table then. Miss Mitchell often came in late and tired, resenting, as she put it, "to be polite." One day she came in to dinner to find a warm student friend there with a young man as her guest. As he had been placed by Miss Mitchell, he endeavored to enter into conversation with her, introduced by the student, receiving for his pains very scant courtesy and notice. Suddenly some remark he made to his student friend arrested her attention. She turned to him, "Young man, I did not catch your name." "Chadwick." The student spoke then,--"Reverend Doctor Chadwick, Miss Mitchell. You remember you told me to bring him over to the observatory, when he should come?" But he had a royal welcome and visit later. She knew his writings, had a warm admiration for him and made ample amends for his first cold reception.