shedding man's blood. Which is the reason for which I have given
this account of that action, that others may be warned by it.

About this time my dear and honoured mother, who was indeed a woman
of singular worth and virtue, departed this life, having a little
before heard of the death of her eldest son, who (falling under the
displeasure of my father for refusing to resign his interest in an
estate which my father sold, and thereupon desiring that he might
have leave to travel, in hopes that time and absence might work a
reconciliation) went into Ireland with a person powerful there in
those times, by whose means he was quickly preferred to a place of
trust and profit, but lived not long to enjoy it.

I mentioned before, that during my father's abode in London, in the
time of the civil wars, he contracted a friendship with the Lady
Springett, then a widow, and afterwards married to Isaac Penington,
Esq., to continue which he sometimes visited them at their country
lodgings, as at Datchet, and at Causham Lodge, near Reading. And
having heard that they were come to live upon their own estate at
Chalfont, in Buckinghamshire, about fifteen miles from Crowell, he
went one day to visit them there, and to return at night, taking me
with him.

But very much surprised we were when, being come thither, we first
heard, then found, they were become Quakers; a people we had no
knowledge of, and a name we had till then scarce heard of.

So great a change, from a free, debonair, and courtly sort of
behaviour, which we formerly had found them in, to so strict a
gravity as they now received us with did not a little amuse us, and