Quaker

The timid and trimming politics of some men of large property here have almost done their business for them. They have lost their influence, and grown obnoxious. The quakers and proprietarians together have little weight. New Jersey shows a noble ardor. Is there any thing in the air or soil of New York unfriendly to the spirit of liberty?

The demon of fanaticism was the shape which it took with us; and verily, what with religious republicans, harmonists, quakers, fifth-monarchy men, Presbyterians, and the reign of the saints upon earth, it needs the strong hand of a Cromwell to reduce the spiritual chaos to any sort of order.

There is also a chancellor, — no, I mistake, — a chandler and green-grocer, with his hands full of warts; a hunch-backed cadger; a one-eyed cutler; a pudgy exciseman, who is often the worse for liquor, being fond of tippling and sotting in taps; a lubberly fuller; a limping, spoffish limner; a tawer, with a wen or a whelk on the tip of his nose; a stuttering plumber; a splenish quaker; a sexton, with teeth like the times of a harrow; a weazen-faced vintner; a snuffling undertaker’s mute, clothed in deep mourning, and talking of nothing but hearses and palls, dirges and passing-bells.