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 as an Arab on his camel. (To be continued.) FRIENDS' INTELLIGENCER. ance; but even he should be watchful, that he PHILADELPHIA, FIRST MONTH 4, 1868. ANOTHER YEAR.-As we enter the New Year, we have naturally been led not only to examine the records of the past, but to look forward to the duties which, as Editors, will continue to devolve upon us. These are important, and can only be discharged with satisfaction to ourselves as we conscientiously keep in view the object of our labor. We feel this emphatically to be, to advance the testimonies of Truth as held by Friends, to furnish nutriment which will strengthen the mental powers, and cherish a desire for good. The love of goodness only becomes real by doing good. The mere admiration of duty, without an effort for its accomplishment, will but resolve itself into cant or unmeaning phrases. As the love of the Father is per fected by keeping His commandments, so the secret of the Lord is with them that fear Him. To the pure heart, more than to the merely clear intellect, is given the knowledge of the Heavenly Kingdom. Jesus testified that his judgment was just, because he sought not his own will, but the will of the Father who sent Him. He also said, he that doeth His will shall know of . my doctrine. We bring into view the Source of wisdom, in order that we ourselves may not only be benefited by it, but to encourage all to seek the same inexhaustible Fountain. In the continued evidences furnished us, of an awakening in various parts of our heritage to a sens eof a slumbering condition and the need of arousing from it, we have felt it right to open our columns to an expression of this feeling by the sincere and honest seekers after Truth. These vary in judgment as to the causes of defects, and as to the remedial means; but so long as presumes not upon previous knowledge, and that he keeps his mind open to the teachings of the hour. "I have many things to say unto you, but ye cannot bear them now," may equally apply to the disciples of Christ at the present day, as when uttered by the blessed Jesus to his immediate followers. Who then shall limit the unfoldings of Christian light and knowledge. We consider it essential for the health and growth of a religious body that its members should possess the freedom which the Truth gives; and this is the liberty which we would accord to all, with the desire that in its use it may not be abused. SOCIETY CARE.-Another word of encour agement comes to us in a private letter from one of our Friends in the West, showing the steady increase of concern for the advancement of our young members in the knowledge of those Testimonies we feel called to bear; and also showing that Friends there are engaged, as in some Meetings they are here, in makin ag general visit to their members. The object of this visit is explained in the letter from our Friend. She says, "In our last Monthly Meeting a Standing Committee of women Friends was appointed to visit all the female members, also those who, though not members, are in the practice of attending our meetings. All are to be included in this visit the rich and poor, the sick and well, the joyful and sorrowing-that we may become better acquainted with each other, and that our interest in and sympathy for one another may be increased. I hope good will We also result to both visitors and visited. meet one evening in each week and read Scripture, converse on the subjects brought up, and examine the ground upon which the testimonies and doctrines held by Friends rest. Our First day schools are progressing nicely, and we en- 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 FRIENDS' PUBLICATION ASSOCIATION. CHANGE OF HOUR. 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. explorers of the field of philosophy mapped out "Language is fossil history." So say the 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 void has been made in our midst not easily filled. BALTIMORE, Twelfth mo. 23d, 1867. LIBRARY ASSOCIATION. H. pervading 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 the stormy Cape, I saw the words "Canute 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 curred on the very spot where we now stand. Jesque High Street, I recalled the fact that, in The incident is too well known to repeat, and a place now abounding with dissenting chapels yet too instructive to be forgotten in the his and schools, the same old writer tells us that tory of the old town. We know how, when one William Jennings "was twice imprisoned, the rippling sea refused to obey the behest of having been prosecuted in the Ecclesiastical the mighty monarch who spake to check the ris-Court for teaching school without the Bishop's ing tide's advance, his flattering attendants license!" stood abashed in the presence of their king, But the whole town is studded with such when he humbly confessed that God alone is archives, and localized through its streets and great, and refused thenceforth to wear a crown. its prisons, are these intolerant deeds of bygone The vein of historic incident thus unexpect- years indelibly photographed for the gaze of edly opened up, my imagination wandered back posterity. I passed the site of the old market into the olden time, and, forgetting modern place and the council chamber from whence the docks, steamers, and locomotives, ignoring tele-mayor and justices once dealt injustice without graph wires above and iron rails below, I saun- measure. The Mayor of Southampton seems tered on along the platform wall beneath the to have had a peculiar satisfaction in sending gateway of the old bridewell; the very place harmless men to prison. Thomas Willis, taken in which, two centuries ago, as that painstak at a meeting for worship, was by him sent to ing recorder, Besse, tells us, there were incar- prison, where he died after seven months' concerated twenty-two innocent Friends, for the finement, "contentedly laying down his life crime of being at an unlawful assembly,-to for his constancy in religion." In 1670 the wit, a Quaker's meeting; and he adds, alas! mayor sent constables to a meeting held at that in the same year eight women Friends George Embree's house, where they seized were also committed to this miserable prison for eleven men and several women; the men were 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." Gray and gloomy do the old walls now look in their striking contrast to the gay yachts and the sparkling waters of the animated harbor; 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. "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 Southampton 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 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!" But the sufferer most vividly before my mind was Ambrose Rigge, who, the same faithful chronicler informs us "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. 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, There is something peculiarly soothing in the mayor himself is a "Hebrew of the Hecontemplating the soft grassy mounds of the brews," whom his predecessors in office would South of England burial grounds, especially unquestionably have now doubly fined-first, when undisfigured by huge gravestones and for not attending the national worship; secondfalse monuments. "The sepulchre was in a ly, for attending a Quaker gathering. Thus garden," we are told by the beloved disciple, (thought I) are the ways of Providence vindiand the harmony of this junction of tombs cated,-even "the wrath of man shall praise 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." "There is a calm for those who weep, 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 rec ords 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 aud 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 which the race is drawn into sympathy and And tuneful songsters of the air, that safe brotherhood. We are building up all over the ad winged their flight to warmer climes, could not, globe the structure of a humanizing Christians in the summer-time, with their sweet melodies civilization, and to its grand and symmetrical completion all things tend. It is a nobler thing than the Athenian Parthenon or the temple of Solomon; and the million workers who contribute to it are, in separate spheres, all working together. One quarries, another chisels, another excavates, another combines; but if one is honorable so are they all; and whoever understands the meaning of God's providence in his lot, may carry about with him the ennobling consciousness that while he toils to feed his hunger, he is working, too, to bless the world. All toilers, moreover, are fellow-workmen are brothers; and while they toil, if they do it with consecrated aims, and under a sense of duty, are becoming educated as books and academies cannot educate them-educated to find more than gems and gold in every quarry; educated to the exercise of all the virtues of endurance and high effort, and the development of character in its most sterling form. But if, instead of taking this view of business -instead of seeing in it God's wise appoint ment as an industrial ministry to the well being of the race, instead of accepting it as a duty which enables us to serve, and gives us the means of usefulness and beneficence, a man regards it as just the means of his own personal emolument and selfish advantage, then he sinks himself to the level of the ox that ploughs, or of the fox that burrows. His sordid soul gravitates to the clod, and his pursuit of business will be the worship of selfishness; it will be terably mean and loathsome. He will turn that which was meant as a ladder to climb, into a ladder to descend, and every new round of fortune that he adds to his estate will be a letting down of his manhood.-Hours at Home. For Friends' Intelligencer. RETROSPECTION. with the Fringillas lingered round our doors Summer then came With its full tide of sunshine to make glad 1st mo. 1st, 1868. Who hailed rejoicingly the last New Year, The Winter lingered long, yet while it held Autumn at last In that concluding solemn hour, with us, H. J. |