Emily Harris was a much-loved great-grandmother of mine. She died a poignant
death a few days after the birth of her third child, my grandfather. Her
father-in-law wrote a lengthy and sad account of this and incorporating the
memorable words that she was someone who never gave offence in her life save
by her unfortunate death.
While she was not a Quaker herself, or not for long, both her her parents had been brought up Quakers and, once I had overcome the misinformation placed by the eminent genealogist Harold Atkinson FSG, I soon stormed into the Quaker digest records and was able to document six generations prior to Emily almost all of whom had been Quakers. This merely shows how close-knit societies tend to interbreed.