feet and embraced his knees and worshipped him, almost as if he
had been a god. 'Tell us your Magic, Sahib,' they cried, 'this mighty
magic, whereby you have managed to overcome the Monarch of the Jungle
and tame him to your will.'

'I know no magic,' answered the Stranger, 'I used no spells. I was
able to overcome this savage Tiger only because I have already learned
how to overcome and tame THE TIGER IN MY OWN HEART.'

That was his secret. That is the story. And now let us return to
George Fox.

Think of the England he lived in when he was a young man, the
distracted England of the Civil Wars. Think of all the tiger spirits
of hatred that had been unloosed and that were trampling the land. The
whole country lay torn and bleeding. Some bad men there were on both
sides certainly; but the real misery was that many good men on each
side were trying to kill and maim one another, in order that the cause
they believed to be 'the Right' might triumph.

'Have at you for the King!' cried the Cavaliers, and rushed into the
fiercest battle with a smile.

'God with us!' shouted back the deep-voiced Puritans. 'For God and the
Liberties of England!' and they too laid down their lives gladly.

Far away from all the hurly-burly, though in the very middle of the
clash of arms, George Fox, the unknown Leicestershire shepherd lad,
went on his way, unheeded and unheeding. He, too, had to fight; but
his was a lonely battle, in the silence of his own heart. It was there
that he fought and conquered first of all, there that he tamed his own
Tiger at last--more than that, he learned to find God.

'One day,' he says in his Journal, 'when I had been walking solitarily
abroad and was come home, I was taken up into the love of God, and it
was opened to me by the eternal light and power, and I therein clearly
saw that all was to be done in and by Christ, and how He conquers and
destroys the Devil and all his works and is atop of him.' He means
that he saw that all the outward fighting was really part of one great
battle, and that to be on the right side in that fight is the thing
that matters eternally to every man.

Another time he writes: 'I saw into that which was without end, things
which cannot be uttered and of the greatness and infiniteness of the
love of God, which cannot be expressed by words, for I had been
brought through the very ocean of darkness and death, and through and
over the power of Satan by the eternal glorious power