. The meetinghouse is a neat plain building,
in perfect repair, still used by the Friends at Ulverstone and
the neighbourhood for religious worship. Over the door is the
following inscription, "_Ex dono G.F. 1688_." There is a
burial-place surrounded with trees attached to the chapel.

George Fox did not reside constantly at Swartmoor after his
marriage. The greater part of his time was spent in itinerancy.
He travelled nearly over the whole of Great Britain, and
several parts of America in the exercise of his ministry. After
encountering innumerable sufferings, oppositions, and
afflictions, this indefatigable missionary departed this life on
the 13th of November 1690, in the 67th year of his age, at a
house in White Hart Court, London. He was interred in the
"Friends Burying-Ground," near Bunhill Fields.

The author is aware that the following remarkable account of "a
special interposition" has been attributed to other names and
later dates, and is recorded as having happened to individuals
at different places both in England and Ireland. The same fact
attaching itself to different localities and persons--probably
according to the caprice or partialities of the several
narrators--is, as he has found in the course of his researches,
no unusual occurrence. He does not attempt to decide in favour
of any of the conflicting claims or authorities, but merely to
give the tale as it exists, selecting those places and
circumstances which are most suitable for his purpose.

The supremacy of a special Providence, guiding and overruling the
affairs of men, is a doctrine which few will have the hardihood to
withstand and still less to deny. It is interwoven with our very
nature, and seems implanted in us for the wisest and most beneficent
of purposes. It is a doctrine full of comfort and consolation; our
stay and succour in the most appalling extremities. There does seem,
at times, vividly bursting through the most important periods of our
existence, a ray from the secret place of the Most High. We see an
opening, as it were, into the very arrangements and councils of the
skies; we catch a glimpse of the machinery by which the universe is
governed; the wheels of Providence are for a moment exhibited,
palpable and unencumbered by secondary causes, while we, stricken
prostrate from the consciousness of our own