we met a gentleman on a mule, and by his side | their different views are given in the spirit of was walking a peasant woman with a long stick, brotherly kindness and charity, we think no with which to goad the mule on to activity. harm can arise-but the result may be to exThey passed on--so did we; and on our return we again saw the woman astride of the mule pand the understanding and dispel prejudice. and on a full trot. She recognized us, remarked In scanning error, Truth may be more fully on our long stay in the place, and then wished comprehended and embraced. The man who us "bon jour," and trotted off as independently habitually makes Truth the guide of his life, becomes gifted with a superior wisdom, and is not likely to err upon matters of vital import

FRIENDS' INTELLIGENCER. ance; but even he should be watchful, that he

day schools are progressing nicely, and we enjoy them."

MARRIED, on the 16th of Fourth month, 1867, in Half Moon Township, Centre Co., Pa., by Friends' ceremony, at the house of John Way, DAVID MATTERN to MARY M. WAY, daughter of John and Mary Way. -, on the 5th of Twelfth month, 1867, with the approbation of the Monthly Meeting of New York, at the residence of Charles M. Carpenter, Brooklyn, HENRY T. WILLETS, of Manhasset, Long Island, to SOPHIA UNDERHILL, of the former place.

DIED, on the 24th of Tenth month, 1867, at his residence in Half Moon Township, Centre County, Pa., ROBERT WAY, in the 79th year of his age, an Elder and member of Centre Monthly and Particular Meetings. He was a consistent member, much beloved by all who knew him.

on the evening of the 17th of Twelfth month, MARY BUNTING, daughter of Philip S. and Helen Mary Justice, in her 24th year.

on the morning of the 3d ult., in Schuylkill Township, Chester Co., Pa., ROLAND MONTOUR PEART, aged 28 years.

on the 19th of Twelfth month, 1867, MARY, wife of Ephraim Gardner, in the seventy-sixth year of her age; a member and Elder of Baltimore Particular and Monthly Meetings.

In the death of this our dear friend, we feel that we have met with a sad bereavement, and that a void has been made in our midst not easily filled. Being impressed in early life with the necessity of living not only in unity with her friends, but in union and communion with her Creator, she sought His help, and was thereby qualified to perform all

FRIENDS' PUBLICATION ASSOCIATION.
The Executive Committee will meet on Sixth-day
afternoon, First month 3d, 1868, at 3 o'clock.
LYDIA H. HALL, Cerk.

CHANGE OF HOUR.

The Monthly Meeting of Friends of Philadelphia has changed the hour of meeting to 10 o'clock on First-day and Fourth-day mornings at Race Street Meeting-house, and at the indulged meeting at West Philadelphia on First-day morning, until the 1st of Fourth month next.

APPEAL FOR AID.

The Home for aged and infirm colored persons, No. 340 South Front Street, has an exhausted treasury, and an appeal is now made to Friends and others interested in this charity to forward their contributions to the Treasurer,

SAM'L R. SHIPLEY, 111 South Fourth, or to DILLWYN PARRISH, 1017 Cherry, STEPHEN SMITH, 921 Lombard, M. BALDERSTON, 902 Spring Garden, or any other of the managers.

The annual meeting of the contributors will be held on Fifth-day evening next, First month 9th, at 8 o'clock, in Liberty Hall, Lombard above Seventh, to which all are invited.

He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself: for every man has need to be forgiven.-Herbert.

From Friends' Quarterly Examiner.

A VOICE FROM SOUTHAMPTON.

"Language is fossil history." So say the

the duties of life, as wife, mother, friend and neigh-explorers of the field of philosophy mapped out

bor. She was constant in attending meetings, and encouraged all, by her example and precept, not to neglect that important duty. Her judgment being clear and abounding in the love of Truth, qualified her for the important stations of Overseer and Elder, which she filled with satisfaction and comfort to her friends. We feel, in looking over her long and useful life, that she might have adopted the language of the apostle, "I have fought the good fight, I have finished my course and kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness." Her gentle spirit has passed to the realms of eternal bliss and joined the innumerable company that surround the throne of God.

BALTIMORE, Twelfth mo. 23d, 1867.

LIBRARY ASSOCIATION.

H.

JACOB M. ELLIS, Clerk.

The Committee of Management will meet on Fourthday evening, First month 8th, at 8 o'clock, in the Library Room. FRIENDS' FUEL ASSOCIATION FOR THE POOR. Stated meeting on Seventh-day evening next, First month 4th, 1868, at 8 o'clock. Final action on the proposed charter.

Jos. M. TRUMAN, JR., Clerk.

SWARTHMORE COLLEGE.

for us in the bygone ages. Is not this assertion true also in relation to places and spots named after historical events? But for these names, so indelibly attached, the history would be often almost forgotten, and the spot remain unnoticed. Language is in this sense an allpervading photographer, fixing the lights and shades of history upon mountain and valley, green fields and ruined walls. Runnymede or Waterloo, Kenilworth or Carisbrook, are, to a vast mass of persons, clearer evidence of the scenes once enacted around them than that which musty books or unlocalized tradition can supply. "Why, I have seen the very spot where it happened," is, in effect, the summary proof often given concerning the truth of historical incidents. Nay, I have known people insist on the truth of that beautiful allegory of "the old man's home." because they had seen the pathway down which the wanderer strayed, and had rested upon the very style at Bonchurch upon which he sat.

Such were the ideas passing through my mind as, leaving the departing ship on her voyage to Conferences will be held at Race Street Meeting- the stormy Cape, I saw the words "Canute

house on the 8th, and Green St. on the 9th inst. general invitation is extended.

A

FRIENDS' SOCIAL LYCEUM.
First month 7th, 1868, Lecture by Dr. J. GIBBONS
HUNT, illustrated by views from the Stereopticon.

Castle" inscribed upon a somewhat pretentiouslooking building facing the entrance to the Southampton Dock gates. The words at once recalled to me the legend of the great Canute rebuking his courtiers, which tradition says oc

Jesque High Street, I recalled the fact that, in a place now abounding with dissenting chapels and schools, the same old writer tells us that one William Jennings "was twice imprisoned, having been prosecuted in the Ecclesiastical Court for teaching school without the Bishop's license!"

But the whole town is studded with such archives, and localized through its streets and its prisons, are these intolerant deeds of bygone years indelibly photographed for the gaze of posterity. I passed the site of the old market place and the council chamber from whence the mayor and justices once dealt injustice without measure. The Mayor of Southampton seems to have had a peculiar satisfaction in sending harmless men to prison. Thomas Willis, taken

curred on the very spot where we now stand. The incident is too well known to repeat, and yet too instructive to be forgotten in the his tory of the old town. We know how, when the rippling sea refused to obey the behest of the mighty monarch who spake to check the rising tide's advance, his flattering attendants stood abashed in the presence of their king, when he humbly confessed that God alone is great, and refused thenceforth to wear a crown. The vein of historic incident thus unexpectedly opened up, my imagination wandered back into the olden time, and, forgetting modern docks, steamers, and locomotives, ignoring telegraph wires above and iron rails below, I sauntered on along the platform wall beneath the gateway of the old bridewell; the very place in which, two centuries ago, as that painstak ing recorder, Besse, tells us, there were incarcerated twenty-two innocent Friends, for the crime of being at an unlawful assembly,-to wit, a Quaker's meeting; and he adds, alas! that in the same year eight women Friends were also committed to this miserable prison for refusing to take the caths! A year or two" sent to a stinking prison, where they were after, we again find some fifteen men and four women imprisoned at Southampton for "attending their religious meetings."

at a meeting for worship, was by him sent to prison, where he died after seven months' confinement, "contentedly laying down his life for his constancy in religion." In 1670 the mayor sent constables to a meeting held at George Embree's house, where they seized eleven men and several women; the men were

kept six days," and they fined G. Embree £20 for his house, taking goods to the value of £36 to pay the fine. Even parish beadles were not beneath the notice of this furious zeal. W. Jennings, for refusing to take an oath on entering upon that office, was sent to Barragate prison, and confined there about three months, and John Strutt, also chosen a beadle, was imprisoned there ten weeks for a like offence. Many were imprisoned for "absence from the national worship," and Joseph Jones was sent to jail" for a pretended debt of £220 for eleven months' absence from the national worship!"

Gray and gloomy do the old walls now look in their striking contrast to the gay yachts and the sparkling waters of the animated barbor; yet, possibly in still stranger antagonism to the iron bars and outward gloom of this old prison house where the joyful praises which broke forth through walls and ceiling upwards unto heaven, from the lips and hearts of these pris oners of the Lord. 66 Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward," were words I doubt not uttered as well as felt by these well-versed Scripture readers. We find at this period the Friends at South-chronicler informs usampton were frequently pulled by force out of their meetings and imprisoned; and strange to me now was the reflection that these oppressed Quaker captives once looked out upon the same waters and changeless shore before me from those very windows within sight of which I now read the following public notice:

"At the request of a Minister of the Society of Friends, a Meeting for Worship will be held in their Meeting-House, in Castle Square, to which the public are respectfully invited."

Comment is needless. Let the mourners over the "good old times" look on this picture and then on that, and say upon which side the goodness mostly lies.

Oppressed in thought beneath the intolerant atmosphere of two hundred years ago, I failed to notice the modern features of the lively town, with the bow-windows and pleasant countenances for which the guide book tells us it is distinguished; but, turning up the pictur

But the sufferer most vividly before my mind was Ambrose Rigge, who, the same faithful

"As he was going to visit his friends in prison at Southampton, was seized on by a constable and other officers, and was by the mayor's order whipped in the market-place; then was he thrown down backward into a wheelbarrow, carried so up a part of the High Street, then thrown into a dung cart, and so sent away from tything to tything, and threatened that if he came again he should be whipped twice as much, burnt on the shoulder, and banished the land. Most barbarous (continues the historian) was this usage of an innocent man for no other offence than performing the Christian duty of visiting those who were in prison."

Barbarous indeed! Faint not thou bravehearted Ambrose! the story of thy sufferings shall live on when the very name of thy persecutors is buried in well-merited oblivion. Thou who hast thus sown in tears shalt reap in joy; for to such faithful visiting of the naked and

sick and imprisoned do the precious words attach, "Inasmuch as ye did it to the least of these, my brethren, ye did it unto ME."

But to proceed;-with this vivid narrative before my mind's eye, I wended my way up through the selfsame street, beneath the old archway of the "Barragate prison" (now the Bar-gate town-hall, within whose walls the free born citizens so often assemble to denounce in humanity and bigotry, and to welcome unfortunate exiles from many a foreign clime); onward through the Above Bar Street to the bounds were the tything ends, and the mayor's deputy consigned the patient Ambrose to the tender mercies of, perchance, a less bitter caretaker. And now at this very spot, turning my eyes to the left, I see, nestling beneath the tall elm trees, the "Quaker's burial-ground," as it is called in the old map of the town-a place in which, from its antiquity, the remains of some of these early sufferers very probably

rest.

"There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found,
Who softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground."

There is something peculiarly soothing in contemplating the soft grassy mounds of the South of England burial grounds, especially when undisfigured by huge gravestones and false monuments. "The sepulchre was in a garden," we are told by the beloved disciple, and the harmony of this junction of tombs with evergreen shrubs, roses, and violets, whilst the solemn pines wave their tops in soft requiem above the sleeping dead, is touchingly exemplified in this quiet burying-place of the Friends. There stand the fir-tree, and the pine, and the box-tree together; "there shall the almond-tree flourish, and the voice of birds; yet man goeth to his long home, and the dust shall return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it."

two Justices of the Peace. They attended with many of the townspeople, in order to show their respect for the Quaker who is there buried." The words at once carried me back again to my former reverie, which the sweet repose of this little grave yard had wellnigh banished. Strange indeed (I ejaculated) are the scenes enacted upon this earth when brought face to face without the intervening element of time! Two centuries ago the Mayor and Justices of Southampton ordered to be flogged and dragged at the cart's tail up through the long High Street and Above Bar, as far as the avenue before us, an honest Friend, well known and of good repute; they did it, not because he had committed any crime, but solely because he was a Quaker, and went to the town gaol to visit the suffering men and women who lay incarcerated on account of their non attendance at the national worship. Now, the same officials come voluntarily along the same highway, stop at the same spot, and stand before the grave of a fellow-professor of the ill-used Ambrose, listening to the preaching and prayer of other members of this sect, whom their predecessors gloried in despoiling; and, to crown all, the mayor himself is a "Hebrew of the Hebrews," whom his predecessors in office would unquestionably have now doubly fined-first, for not attending the national worship; secondly, for attending a Quaker gathering. Thus (thought I) are the ways of Providence vindicated, -even "the wrath of man shall praise him." The unlimited brutality with which the early Friends were treated worked its own cure;-through their stripes and imprisonments, through their suffering lives and cruel deaths, do we now dwell at ease, reaping the fruits of their labors and of their constancy under trial. Through their struggles has the field of toleration been mainly won for us. Thankfulness to them, and gratitude to God, who had so overruled the past for our benefit, covered my spirit as I left the quiet restingplace of this once afflicted people, and returned to my quarters in the town, a wiser and sadder, and yet withal a happier man.

SPECTATOR.

BUSINESS THOUGHTS.

As I cast a look around upon the simple records of "name, age, and date," and recognized thus the last resting place of not a few once dear to me, and honored of the Church, my eyes suffused with tears. "These all died in faith," were the cheering words echoed within my heart, and the soughing of the wind through the firs above broke upon my ear, Men are tempted to look on business as a swelling into sweet soft melody unto Him who matter to be pursued merely with regard to "giveth songs in the night," and before whom their own selfish interests. They do not see I now silently bowed my head and worshipped. that their toil and energy are but just one wheel But turning to where a pensive willow in the vast mechanism of industrial and comspread its fresh-budding branches around the mercial enterprise, by which the world is com"graves of a household," I beheld one mound pacted together. He who thinks of work as upon which no grass was to be seen. "Three just the means of feeding and clothing himself days ago," said my informant, in reply to my and his household, degrades it. It is a thread question, "there stood around the open grave in the warp that invites the weaving industry of the Friend who lies beneath it. the Mayor of of the world. It is a telegraphic wire that is Southampton, with the late Sheriff, and one or linked to the vast system that covers all lands, by