THE LADY PILGRIM. 89 
America. They sought among savage hordes the 
dearest right of man — “ Freedom to worship 
God.” 
Their rude cabins were built of logs, and some 
even dwelt in the caves of the earth. They had left 
behind them comforts, wealth, friends, and ease. 
They had gained by the exchange that which was 
priceless ■— “ liberty of conscience and speech.” 
Some of them were hardy, stalwart men — crea¬ 
tures of iron nerve and inflexible wills; but others 
had been i eared in the lap of luxury, and the chill, 
rough winds of New England affected them as 
the early frost does the spring flower. Among the 
latter was the Lady Arabella Johnson, the Earl of 
Lincoln’s idolized child. 
She was a sunbeam in the dark ship. Her 
sweet voice might have been heard all day long, 
reading God’s precious promises to the aged, com¬ 
forting the sick, strengthening the weak, and cheer¬ 
ing all. To her husband she was emphatically 
“ an angel of mercy.” In his saddest hours, she 
could chase away the gloom which gathered over 
his face; her own spirit never sunk into de¬ 
spondency.; no privation ever called a murmur 
to her lip. 
On the 12th of June, 1630, the ship reached 
the port for which it was bound, in Salem, Massa¬ 
chusetts. Their reception among the Pilgrims 
was a most melancholy one, for disease had been 
among the colonists, and many of them, as they 
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