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Penn was with him at the last.
'Stand true to G.o.d!' cried the dying Quaker, as he clasped the hand of his most notable convert. 'Stand faithful for G.o.d! There is no other way! This is the way in which the holy men of old all walked. Walk in it and thou shalt prosper! Live for G.o.d and He will be with you! I can say no more. The love of G.o.d overcomes my heart!'
_The love that overcomes!_
_The faith that overcomes!_
'_This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith!_'
III
William Penn realized his dream. He became the Conqueror of the World.
Indeed, he conquered not one world, but two. Or perhaps, after all, they were merely two hemispheres of the selfsame world. One was the World _Within_; the other was the World _Without_; and, of the two, the _first_ is always the harder to conquer.
The victory that overcometh _the world_! What is _the world_? The Puritans talked much about _the world_; and Penn was the contemporary of the Puritans. Cromwell died just as the admiral was preparing to send his son to Oxford. Whilst at Cork, Penn sat listening to Thomas Loe's sermon on _the faith that overcometh the world_, John Milton was putting the finis.h.i.+ng touches to _Paradise Lost_, and John Bunyan was languis.h.i.+ng in Bedford Gaol. Each of the three had something to say about _the world_. To Cromwell it was, as he told his daughter, 'whatever cooleth thine affection after Christ.' Bunyan gave his definition of _the world_ in his picture of Vanity Fair. Milton likened _the world_ to an obscuring mist--a fog that renders dim and indistinct the great realities and vitalities of life. It is an atmosphere that chills the finest delicacies and sensibilities of the soul. It is too subtle and too elusive to be judged by external appearances. In his fine treatment of _the world_, Bishop Alexander cites, by way of ill.u.s.tration, still another of the contemporaries of William Penn. He paints a pair of companion pictures. He depicts a gay scene at the frivolous and dissolute Court of Charles the Second; and, beside it, he describes a religious a.s.sembly of the same period. The _first_ gathering appears to be altogether worldly: the _second_ has nothing of _the world_ about it. Yet, he says, Mary G.o.dolphin lived her life at Court without being tainted by any shadow of worldliness, whilst many a man went up to those solemn a.s.semblies with _the world_ raging furiously within his soul!
William Penn saw _the world_ in his heart that day as he listened to Thomas Loe; and, in order that he might overcome it, he embraced the faith that the Quaker proclaimed. '_This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith._' And by that faith he overcame _the world_.
Many years afterwards he himself told the story.
'The Lord first appeared to me,' he says, in his _Journal_, 'in the twelfth year of my age, and He visited me at intervals afterwards and gave me divine impressions of Himself. He sustained me through the darkness and debauchery of Oxford, through all my experiences in France, through the trials that arose from my father's harshness, and through the terrors of the Great Plague. He gave me a deep sense of the vanity of the world and of the irreligiousness of the religions of it. The glory of the world often overtook me, and I was ever ready to give myself up to it.' But, invariably, _the faith that overcometh the world_ proved victorious. In his monumental _History of the United States_, Bancroft says that, splendid as were the triumphs of Penn, his greatest conquest was the conquest of his own soul. Extraordinary as was the greatness of his mind; remarkable, both for universality and precision, as were the vast conceptions of his genius; profound as was his scholars.h.i.+p, and astute as was his diplomacy; the historian is convinced that, in the last resort, his greatest contribution to history is the development and influence of his impressive and robust character. 'He was prepared for his work,' Bancroft says, 'by the severe discipline of life; and love without dissimulation formed the basis of his being. The sentiment of cheerful humanity was irrepressibly strong in his bosom; benevolence gushed prodigally from his ever overflowing heart; and when, in his late old age, his intellect was impaired and his reason prostrated, his sweetness of disposition rose serenely over the clouds of disease.' The winsomeness of his ways and the courtliness of his bearing survived for many months the collapse of his memory and the loss of his powers of speech.
Such was his faith's _first_ victory. It was the conquest of the world _within_.
IV
'_This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith._' It was by his faith that he obtained his _second_ great triumph--his conquest of the world _without_. He disarmed nations by confiding in them. He bound men to himself by trusting them. He vanquished men by believing in them. It was always by his faith that he overcame.
When the admiral died, the nation was in his debt to the extent of sixteen thousand pounds. This amount--on its recovery--Sir William bequeathed to his son. In due time the matter was compounded, William Penn agreeing to accept an immense belt of virgin forest in North America in full settlement of his claim. He resolved to establish a new colony across the seas under happier conditions than any State had ever known. It should be called Pennsylvania; it should be the land of freedom; its capital should be named Philadelphia--the City of Brotherly Love. He was reminded that his first task would be to subdue the Indians. The savages, everybody said, must be conquered; and William Penn made up his mind to conquer them; but he determined to conquer them in his own way. '_This is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith._' The Indians were accustomed to slaughter. They understood no language but the language of the tomahawk and the scalping-knife.
Ever since the white man had landed on American sh.o.r.es, the forests had resounded with the war-whoops of the tribesmen. One night a colonial settlement had been raided by the red men: the next an Indian village had been burned, and its inhabitants ma.s.sacred by the outraged whites.
The Indians looked with hatred upon the smoke of the English settlements; the settlers dreaded the forests which protected the ambush, and secured the retreat of their murderous foes. William Penn conquered the Indians, and conquered them--according to his text--_by his faith_. 'He will always be mentioned with honor,' Macaulay says, 'as a founder of a colony who did not, in his dealings with a savage people, abuse the strength derived from civilization, and as a lawgiver who, in an age of persecution, made religious liberty the cornerstone of his policy.'
Immediately upon his arrival he called the Indians to meet him. They gathered under the great elm at Shakamaxon--a spot that is now marked by a monument. He approached the chiefs unarmed; and they, in return, threw away their bows and arrows. Presents were exchanged and speeches made.
Penn told the natives that he desired nothing but their friends.h.i.+p. He undertook that neither he nor any of his friends should ever do the slightest injury to the person or the property of an Indian; and they, in reply, bound themselves 'to live in love with Onas'--as they called him--'and with the children of Onas, as long as the sun and the moon shall endure.' 'This treaty of peace and friends.h.i.+p was made,' as Bancroft says, 'under the open sky, by the side of the Delaware, with the sun and the river and the forest for witnesses. It was not confirmed by an oath; it was not ratified by signatures and seals; no written record of the conference can be found; and its terms and conditions had no abiding monument, but on the heart. _There_ they were written like the law of G.o.d and were never forgotten. The simple sons of the wilderness, returning to their wigwams, kept the history of the covenant by strings of wampum, and, long afterwards, in their cabins, they would count over the sh.e.l.ls on a clean piece of bark and recall to their own memory, and repeat to their children or to the stranger, the words of William Penn.' The world laughed at the fantastic agreement; but the world noticed, at the same time, that, whilst the neighboring colonies were being drenched in blood and decimated by the barbarity of the Mohicans and the Delawares, the hearths of Pennsylvania enjoyed an undisturbed repose. No drop of Quaker blood was ever shed by an Indian.
So complete was the victory of the faith of William Penn!
Nor was the conquest merely negative. When, after a few years, the Quakers began to swarm across the Atlantic to people the new settlement, they were confronted by experiences such as await all pioneers, in young colonies. There were times of stress and privation and hards.h.i.+p. The stern voice of necessity commanded even delicate women to undertake tasks for which their frames were far too frail. In that emergency the Indians came to the rescue. The red men worked for them, trapped for them, hunted for them, and served them in a thousand ways. 'You are all the children of Onas!' they said. Nothing delighted the Indians more than to receive the great Onas as their guest. A feast was arranged in the depths of the forest, bucks were killed, cakes were cooked, and the whole tribe abandoned itself to festivity and rejoicing. And when, years afterwards, they heard that Onas was dead, they sent his widow a characteristic message of sympathy, accompanied by a present of beautiful furs. 'These skins,' they said, 'are to protect you whilst pa.s.sing through the th.o.r.n.y wilderness without your guide.' The story of the founding of Pennsylvania is, as a cla.s.sical writer finely says, 'one of the most beautiful incidents in the history of the age.' It was the victory of faith--_the faith that overcometh the world_!
V
'_This is the Victory!_'
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