they are as other men; and in a few short years the word Quaker
will sound as strange in our ears as the older appellation Shaker
does now.

This year I read for the first time the Journal of George Fox. It
is hard to link the rude, turbulent son of Amos with the denizens
in my city of Peace; but he had his work to do and did it, letting
breezy truths into the stuffy 'steeple-houses' of the 'lumps of
clay.'

"Come out from among them and be ye separate; touch not the
accursed thing!" he thundered; and out they came, obedient to his
stentorian mandate; but alack, how many treasures in earthen
vessels did they overlook in their terror of the curse! The good
people made such haste to flee the city, that they imagined
themselves as having already, in the spirit, reached the land that
is very far off; and so they cast from them the outward and visible
signs which are vehicles, in this material world, of inward graces.
Measureless are the uncovenanted blessings of God; and to these the
Friends have ever borne a witness of power; but now the Calvinist
intruder no longer divides the sheep from the goats in our
churches; now the doctrine of universal brotherhood and the respect
due to all men are taught much more effectively than when George
Fox refused to doff his hat to the Justice; the quaint old speech
has lost its significance, the dress would imply all the vainglory
that the wearer desires to avoid; the young Quakers of this
generation are no longer 'disciplined' in matters of the common
social life; yet still they remain separate.

We of the outward and visible covenant need them, with their