opponents: and he had the most
exasperating way of getting the
best of an argument. His Journal
... is like a little rusty gate
which opens right into the heart
of the 17th Century, so that when
we go in by it--hey presto! we
find ourselves pilgrims with the
old Quaker in the strangest kind
of England.'--L.M. MACKAY._

_'And there was never any
persecution that came but we saw
it was for good, and we looked
upon it to be good as from GOD.
And there was never any prisons or
sufferings that I was in, but
still it was for bringing
multitudes more out of
prison.'--G. FOX._

I. 'STIFF AS A TREE, PURE AS A BELL'

When the days are lengthening in the spring, even though the worst of
the winter may be over, there is often a sharp tooth in the March wind
as it sweeps over the angry sea and bites into the north-eastern coast
of England.

Children, warm and snug in cosy rooms, like to watch the gale and the
damage it does as it hurries past. It amuses them to see the wind at
its tricks, ruffling up the manes of the white horses far out at sea,
blowing the ships away from their moorings in the harbour, and playing
tricks upon the passers-by, when it comes ashore. Off fly stout old
gentlemen's hats, round like windmills go the smart ladies' skirts and
ribbons; even the milkman's fingers turn blue with cold. It is all
very well for children, safe indoors, to laugh at the antics of the
mischievous wind, even on the bleak north-eastern coast nowadays; but
in times long ago, that same wind could be a more cruel playfellow
still. Come back with me for two hundred and fifty years. Let us watch
the tricks the wind is playing on the prisoners in the castle high up
on Scarborough cliff in the year of our Lord 1666.

Though the keen, cutting blast is the same, a very different
Scarborough lies around us from the Scarborough modern children know.
There is a much smaller town close down by the water's edge, and a
much larger castle covering nearly the whole of the cliff.

Nowadays, when children go to Scarborough for their holidays in the
summer, as they run down the steep paths with their spades and buckets
to dig on the beach, they are too