here, shunned the French, both men and women.  I would lose the last drop of my blood rather than see Portsmouth in the power of foreigners.  I am not such a fool as to think that King Lewis will conquer us merely for the benefit of King James.  I am certain that nothing can be truly imputed to me beyond some foolish talk over a bottle.”  His protestations seem to have produced some effect; for he was at first permitted to remain in the gentle custody of the Black Rod.  On further inquiry, however, it was determined to send him to the Tower.  After a confinement of a few weeks he died of apoplexy; but he lived long enough to complete his disgrace by offering his sword to the new government, and by expressing in fervent language his hope that he might, by the goodness of God and of Their Majesties, have an opportunity of showing how much he hated the French.20

Turner ran no serious risk; for the government was most unwilling to send to the scaffold one of the Seven who had signed the memorable petition.  A warrant was however issued for his apprehension; and his friends had little hope that he would escape; for his nose was such as none who had seen it could forget; and it was to little purpose that he put on a flowing wig and that he suffered his beard to grow.  The pursuit was probably not very hot; for, after skulking a few weeks in England, he succeeded in crossing the Channel, and remained some time in France.21

A warrant was issued against Penn; and he narrowly escaped the messengers.  It chanced that, on the day on which they were sent in search of him, he was attending a remarkable ceremony at some distance from his home.  An event had taken place which a historian, whose object is to record the real life of a nation, ought not to pass unnoticed.  While London was agitated by the news that a plot had been discovered, George Fox, the founder of the sect of Quakers, died.

More than forty years had elapsed since Fox had begun to see visions and to cast out devils.22 He was then a youth of pure morals and grave deportment, with a perverse temper, with the education of a labouring man, and with an intellect in the most unhappy of all states, that is to say, too much disordered for liberty, and not sufficiently disordered for Bedlam.  The circumstances in which he was placed were such as could scarcely fail to bring out in the strongest form the constitutional diseases of his mind.  At the time when his faculties were ripening, Episcopalians, Presbyterians, Independents, Baptists, were striving for mastery, and were, in every corner of the realm, refuting and reviling each other.  He wandered from congregation to congregation; he heard priests harangue against Puritans; he heard Puritans harangue against priests; and he in vain applied for spiritual direction and consolation to doctors of both parties.  One jolly old clergyman of the Anglican communion told him to smoke tobacco and sing psalms; another advised him to go and lose some blood.23 The young