Elizabeth Gurney

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A shuffle of vibrant skirts diverted the attention of the plainly-dressed Quakers and stirred a whispered sensation amongst the crowd gathered in the Friends Meeting Hall. They clucked and bristled, crinkling their somber faces into stiff cardboard at the sight of this flashy intruder. “That’s one of the Gurney girls,” the older ladies tut-tutted to each other.
Eighteen-year-old Elizabeth Gurney hunkered under the critical gazes around her and with eyes cast downward, slipped into a pew at the back of the hall. She had never enjoyed the attention of others, and she especially didn’t enjoy it when the attention was in the negative. Having been raised in a wealthy, non-plainclothed Quaker home, she had always enjoyed the frivolties of flashy …show more content…

His name was Joseph Fry. He too was a “Plain” Quaker and had decided to call upon the Gurneys after hearing that Elizabeth had become a“Plain”. He was taken aback to find the timid, sickly young girl he had observed on previous visits alight with joy and bustling about with her work for her “Imps”. He was determined that this quiet, pretty, Christ-filled young woman would be his wife. But Elizabeth had no such notion. She squashed all of his eager efforts, as she had no interest in marriage. She knew that if she was married, she would not be able to fulfill her lifelong vow to herself of serving others. But Joseph fervently persisted and after three proposals, the constant badgering of her family, who by this time had learned to cope with her “Plain” ways, and also the pity she felt for him, she finally agreed to marriage. They were married on August 19, 1800. After a grievous goodbye to each of her many “Imps”, she moved to the Fry estate in …show more content…

A good friend and ministry partner, Stephen Grellet, came to her one day with a growing concern of his. He had just visited the inmates at Newgate Prison, the official prison of London, and was appalled at the grotesque conditions the prisoners were kept in. Knowing of Elizabeth’s tender heart, he presented the matter before her, asking if there was anything she could do for the women of Newgate. Elizabeth went immediately.
The sharp December day gnawed savagely at Elizabeth as she wound her way down the cobblestone passageway leading to the Newgate women's ward. With each step she took the putrid scent in the musty air grew stronger and barbarous howls like lions fighting resounded louder.The guard who was leading her paused before opening the door to the ruckus, “You sure you want to go in there ma’am? These animals aren’t even women like yourself.”
Elizabeth gave the man a quiet look, “Each one of these dear souls hast been created in the image of thy Lord.”
With a shrug of his shoulders, the man unlatched the thick wooden door and Elizabeth stepped in. Silence sliced through the pungent air. The sight before her made her heart bleed. In the depths of the darkness, 300 vacant faces stared at her. Children hung in filth to the ragged skirts of their mother’s shapeless

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