Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker: Sometime Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel on the Staff of his Excellency General WashingtonMitchell, S. Weir (Silas Weir)
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Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker: Sometime Brevet Lieutenant-Colonel on the Staff of his Excellency General Washington
Mitchell, S. Weir (Silas Weir)
Quakers -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
“The days are darkening; the times are evil. Our master, set over us by
God, has seen fit to tax certain commodities, that means may be raised
for the just government of these colonies, where we and our fathers have
prospered in our worldly goods, under a rule that has left us free to
worship God as seems best to us. And now we are bid by men, not of our
society, ungodly self-seekers, sons of darkness, to unite with them in
the way of resistance to the law. There have even been found here among
us those who have signed agreements to disobey such as are set over us,
unmindful of the order to render to Caesar that which is his. Let there
be among Friends neither fear nor any shortcoming. Let us bear testimony
against evil-doers, whether they be of us or not. Let us cut down and
utterly cast forth those who depart from righteousness. Are they not of
the scum which riseth on the boiling pot? There is a time for Friends to
remonstrate, and a time to act. I fear lest these too gentle counsels
of Friend Waln be out of time and out of place. Away with those who,
hearing, heed not. Let them be dealt with as they should be, with
love for the sinner, but with thought as to the evil which comes of
unscourged examples, so that when again we are met in the Quarterly
Meeting there shall be none among us to stir up discord, and we can say
to other Meetings, ‘As we have done, so do ye. Make clean the house of
the Lord.’”
The night was now upon us, and the ringing tones of the speaker were
heard through the darkness before he sat down. While all waited, two
Friends lit the candles set in tin sconces against the pillars of the
gallery, and, in the dim light they gave, the discussion went on.
Then I saw that Arthur Howell was about to speak. This able and
tender-minded man usually sat in Meeting with his head bent, his
felt hat before his eyes, wrapped in thought, and lifted above all
consideration of the things of this earth. As he began, his rich, full
voice filled the space, and something in its pleading sweetness appealed
to every heart. He spoke as one who, having no doubt, wondered that any
one else should doubt, and he brought the discussion to a decisive point
at once.
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