on the corner of Second Street and Norris Alley.

Disparaging news from his native land determined him to return to
England, which he did in 1701, where he succeeded in setting matters to
rights. He never returned to America. Harassed and wearied by business
connected with his province, he was making arrangements in 1712 to sell
it for sixty thousand dollars, when he was prostrated with paralysis. He
survived the first shock six years, though he never fully recovered,
then he died, leaving his estates in America to his three sons. His
family governed Pennsylvania, as proprietors, until the Revolution made
it an independent State, in 1776. During that time the great province of
Pennsylvania had borne its share of troubles with the French and
Indians.

CHAPTER III.

THE INDENTED SLAVE.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate,
All but the page prescribed, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know;
Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
--Pope.

That which was most dreaded in New England and all the American colonies
came to pass. Charles II. died, and his brother James, Duke of York, was
crowned King of England. On ascending the throne, the very first act of
James II. was one of honest but imprudent bigotry. Incapable of reading
the signs of the times, or fully prepared to dare the worst that those
signs could portend, James immediately sent his agent Caryl to Rome, to
apologize to the pope for the long and flagrant heresy of England, and
to endeavor to procure the re-admission of the English people into the
communion of the Catholic Church. The pope was more politic than the
king and returned him a very cool answer, implying that before he
ventured upon so arduous an enterprise as that of changing the professed
faith of nearly his entire people, he would do well to sit down and
calculate the cost.

The foolish king, who stopped at nothing, not even the mild rebuke of
the holy father, would not open his eyes, and as a natural result he was
soon cordially hated by nearly all his subjects. His brother had left an
illegitimate son called the Duke of Monmouth, who was encouraged to
attempt to seize the