Community Life As Seen by One of the Young People

       After the reading of Mrs. Whitney's paper on the Inductive Communion of the Hopedale Community,
    a member of one of the old families born too late to have known Community life, exclaimed with deep
    conviction, "How dreary those days must have been!" The conviction, though natural from an up to
    date point of view, was not true of the time referred to.

      The members were men and women drawn together by a common interest in the great principles
    of liberal and practical Christianity at a time when church doctrines were narrow. In addition to the vital
    principles of ultimate salvation for all, temperance, non-resistance, etc., each one brought some fad
    of his own - belief in Spiritualism, or the vegetarian diet. Some were non-shavers, and all, I think,
    were non-smokers. The fads, which were almost as dear to the hearts of their owners as the
    principles, were often discussed in public, and the free play of the various natures, grave and gay,
    matter of fact and mischievously humorous, made these meetings a "continuous performance" of
    vast entertainment. The argument was earnest of either side, and usually closed by each with the
    same emphatic utterance, "So it seems to me and I cannot see it otherwise!" Neither party convinced
    the other, but the war of words afforded a certain relief to strenuous natures who, as good non-
    resistants could indulge in no other form of warfare.

      The small band of vegetarians were firm in the faith and provided much amusement for those who
    had no scruples against a meat diet.

      A wag among the latter having discovered that Mr. Asaph Spaulding, one of the most voluable
    defenders of vegetarianism had fallen from grace by partaking of codfish charged him with it in open
    meeting. Mr. Spaulding being for once at a loss for words, his wife came to the rescue, exclaiming,
    "Asaph wanted a codfish and I got him one!"

       On another occasion a young man who wished to deal fairly by both sides of the question,
    remarked that one's occupation should be considered in the matter of diet, and that the performance
    of manual labor required meat.

      To shave or not to shave was a burning question. I remember a non-shaver who, having worked his
    fiery way to the climax exclaimed, "I have not shaved for five years, and I never will shave again!"
    Instantly the quiet voice of Mr. Swasey answered, "You may get shaved though."

      We young people had great enjoyment in what we called music, and at least one evening of the
    week was devoted to singing under the direction of Mr. W.W. Cook, or Mr. Hatch, and our unskilled
    performances gave great pleasure at the frequent picnics and festivals.

       We were especially happy in our school under the inspiring teaching of Miss Abbie Ballou,
    afterwards Mrs. William S. Heywood. Her methods were in advance of those in use at that day, and
    the excellence of the little Hopedale district school attracted the attention of William Lloyd Garrison, C.
    F. Hovey and Samuel May who each sent sons to receive the benefit of Mrs. Heywood's instruction. All
    who came under her influence in the old school house must feel that their lives had a fortunate

      We children shared the feeling of our parents that we were a chosen band, safely sheltered from
    the wicked world. Milford, our nearest point of contact, was as remote as Boston seems to-day, and
    was perhaps more seldom visited. It was a long way off around by the road, and the short cut lay
    through woods and over rocky pastures. Mr. Bailey brought the mail over every evening by the latter
    route. I lived where I could see him emerge from the woods, on what is now Dutcher Street, and when
    the night was wild, he seemed to my fancy a veritable hero.

      Community life was for children a simple and happy one. But later when it became necessary to
    take a practical view of things and lower our standards to those of the ordinary business village, the
    charm dissolved - life became commonplace, and glimpses of the here-to-fore "wicked world" were
    eagerly sought by the young people. Sarah E. Bradbury, Arlington, Massachusetts, Hopedale

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