at last that very love forced him to
reprove them. They paid no attention, and at length Fox was obliged to
leave them. He says he was 'greatly grieved, yet I admired the
goodness of the Lord in appearing so to me, before I went among them.'

For the time it did seem as if the Tiger spirits had won, and were
able to trample down the living seed. But wait! A little while after,
one of these same prisoners, named Joseph Salmon, wrote a paper
confessing that he was sorry for what he had said and done, whereupon
they were all set at liberty.

Meanwhile, George Fox went on his way, and travelled through 'markets,
fairs, and divers places, and saw death and darkness everywhere, where
the Lord had not shaken them.' In one place he heard that a great man
lay dying and that his recovery was despaired of by all the doctors.
Some of his friends in the town desired George Fox to visit the
sufferer. 'I went up to him in his chamber,' says Fox in his Journal,
'and spake the word of life to him, and was moved to pray by him, and
the Lord was entreated and restored him to health. When I was come
down the stairs into a lower room and was speaking to the servants, a
serving-man of his came raving out of another room, with a naked
rapier in his hand, and set it just to my side. I looked steadfastly
on him and said "Alack for thee, poor creature! what wilt thou do with
thy carnal weapon, it is no more to me than a straw." The standers-by
were much troubled, and he went away in a rage; but when news came of
it to his master, he turned him out of his service.'

Although that particular man's Tiger spirit had been foiled in its
spring, the man himself had not been really tamed. Perhaps George Fox
needed to learn more, and to suffer more himself, before he could
really change other men's hearts. If so, he had not long to wait.

Shortly after this, it was his own turn to be imprisoned. He was shut
up in Derby Gaol, and given into the charge of a very cruel Gaoler.
This man was a strict Puritan, and he hated Fox, and spoke wickedly
against him. He even refused him permission to go and preach to the
people of the town, which, strangely enough, the prisoners in those
days were allowed to do.

One morning, however, Fox was walking up and down in his cell, when he
heard a doleful noise. He stopped his walk to listen. Through the wall
he could hear the voice of the Gaoler speaking to his wife--'Wife,' he
said, 'I have had a dream. I saw the Day