As for Mrs. Broad and Tryphosa, they left Cowfold and went into Lancashire, to be near uncle Flavel. George, notwithstanding the new doctrine in Latimer Chapel and the improvement in the Cowfold atmosphere, was restless, and before the revolution just described was completed, had been entirely overcome with a desire to emigrate with his child. His father and mother not only did not oppose, but decided to accompany. Mr. Allen had saved money, and though he and his wife were getting on in years, there was nothing in either of them of that subsidence into indifferent sloth which is the great mistake of advancing age. Both were keen in their desire to know the last new thing, eager to recognise the last new truth, forgetful of the past, dwelling in the present, and, consequently, they remained young. They were younger, at any rate, just now than George; and it was his, not exactly melancholy, but lack of zest for life, which mainly induced them so readily to assent to his plans. One bright June morning, therefore, saw them, with their children, on the deck of the Liverpool vessel which was to take them to America. Oh day of days, when after years of limitation, monotony, and embarrassment, we see it all behind us, and face a new future with an illimitable prospect! George once more felt his bosom’s lord sit lightly on his throne; once more felt that the sunlight and blue sky were able to cheer him. So they went away to the West, and we take leave of them. What became of Zachariah and Pauline? At present I do not know. * * * * * THE END * * * * * _London_ _Hodder and Stoughton_ _1913_ FOOTNOTES {132} “O ze (ye) my feris (companions) and deir freyndis, quod he, Of bywent perillis not ignorant ben we, Ze have sustenit gretir dangeris unkend, Like as hereof God sall make sone ane end: The rage of Silla, that huge sweste (whirlpool) in the se Ze have eschapit and passit eik (each) have ze: The euer (pot) routand (roaring) Caribdis rokkis fell The craggis quhare monstruous Cyclopes dwell: Ze are expert: pluk up zour harts, I zou pray, This dolorous drede expell and do away. Sum tyme thereon to think may help perchance.” —_Gawin Douglas_. “Endure and conquer! Jove will soon dispose, To future good, our past and present woes. With me, the rocks of Scylla you have tried; Th’ inhuman Cyclops, and his den defied. What greater ills hereafter can you bear! Resume your courage, and dismiss your care. An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of fate.” —_Dryden_.