"Tush, man! get your Bible and look. I am no scholar, but I know
that the Lord calls Himself a man of war--that He rides forth,
sword in hand, conquering, and to conquer; that the armies in
heaven itself fight under the Archangel against the powers of
darkness. And are we men to let our brothers be brutally murdered,
whilst we sit with folded hands, or wrangle weeks and months away,
as you Quakers are wrangling over some petty question of taxation
which a man of sense would settle in five minutes? I am ashamed of
Philadelphia! The whole world will be pointing the finger of scorn
at us. We are acting like cowards--like fools--not like men! If
there were but a man to lead us forth, I and a hundred stout
fellows would start forth to the border country tomorrow to wage
war with those villainous Indians and their more villainous allies
the crafty sons of France."

"Have patience, friend," said the Quaker youth, with his solemn
air; "I tell thee that the Assembly is in the right. Who are the
Penns these proprietaries--that their lands should be exempt from
taxation? If the Governor will yield that point, then will the
Assembly raise the needful aid for keeping in check the enemy,
albeit it goes sorely against their righteous souls. But they will
not give everything and gain nothing; it is not right they should."

"And while they wrangle and snarl and bicker, like so many dogs
over a bone, our countrywomen and their innocent children are to be
scalped and burnt and massacred? That is Scripture law, is it? that
is your vaunted religion. You will give way--you will yield your
principles for a petty victory on a point of law, but not to save
the lives of the helpless brothers who are crying aloud on all
hands to you to come and save them!"