"Yes, sir," replied I, "I do consider that; but I consider also,
that the Jews, among whom he lived, did not own him for a prophet,
nor believe that he had such a command from God. And," added I,
"how know we but that this Quaker may be a prophet too, and might be
commanded to do as he did, for some reason which we understand not?"

This put my father to a stand; so that, letting fall his charges
against the Quakers, he only said, "I would wish you not to go so
soon, but take a little time to consider of it; you may visit Mr.
Penington hereafter."--"Nay, sir," replied I, "pray don't hinder my
going now, for I have so strong a desire to go that I do not well
know how to forbear." And as I spoke those words, I withdrew gently
to the chamber door, and then hastening down stairs, went
immediately to the stable, where finding my horse ready bridled, I
forthwith mounted, and went off, lest I should receive a
countermand.

This discourse with my father had cast me somewhat back in my
journey, and it being fifteen long miles thither, the ways bad, and
my nag but small, it was in the afternoon that I got thither. And
understanding by the servant that took my horse that there was then
a meeting in the house (as there was weekly on that day, which was
the fourth day of the week, though till then I understood it not), I
hastened in, and knowing the rooms, went directly to the little
parlour, where I found a few friends sitting together in silence,
and I sat down among them well satisfied, though without words.

When the meeting was ended, and those of the company who were
strangers withdrawn, I addressed myself to Isaac Penington and his