of finding them. I had
already been long seeking in vain. I had been twice taken up to Bow
Street--nearly lost my life in Ireland--had been sentenced to death--had
been insane, and recovered by a miracle, and all in prosecuting this
useless search. All this had much contributed to cure me of the
monomania. I agreed with Susannah that the search must be made by the
other parties, and not by me. I recalled the treatment I had received
from the world--the contempt with which I had been treated--the
heartlessness of high life, and the little chance of my ever again being
admitted into fashionable society.

I placed all this in juxtaposition with the kindness of those with whom
I now resided--what they had done already for me, and what they now
offered, which was to make me independent by my own exertions. I
weighed all in my mind; was still undecided, for my pride still carried
its weight; when I thought of the pure, beautiful Susannah Temple, and--
my decision was made. I would not lose the substance by running after
shadows.

That evening, with many thanks, I accepted the kind offers of Mr
Cophagus, and expressed my determination of entering into the Society of
Friends.

"Thou hast chosen wisely," said Mrs Cophagus, extending her hand to me,
"and it is with pleasure that we shall receive thee."

"I welcome thee, Japhet Newland," said Susannah, also offering her hand,
"and I trust that thou wilt find more happiness among those with whom
thou art about to sojourn, than in the world of vanity and deceit, in
which thou hast hitherto played thy part. No longer seek an earthly
father, who hath deserted thee, but a heavenly Father, who will not
desert thee in thy afflictions."

"You shall direct me into the right path, Susannah," replied I.

"I am too young to be a guide, Japhet," replied she, smiling; "but not
too young, I hope, to be a friend."

The next day my clothes came home, and I put them on. I looked at
myself in the glass, and was anything but pleased; but as my head was
shaved, it was of little consequence what I wore; so I consoled myself.
Mr Cophagus sent for a barber and ordered me a wig, which was to be
ready in a few days; when it was ready I put it on, and altogether did
not dislike my appearance. I flattered myself that if I was a Quaker,
at all events I was a very good looking and a very smart one; and when,
a day or two afterwards a reunion of friends took place at Mr
Cophagus's house to in