for such people.' The Justice might have been much surprised
if he could have known that centuries after, thousands of people all
over the world would still be proud to call themselves by the name he
had given in a moment of mockery.

Neither Justice Bennett nor his prisoner could guess this, however;
and therefore, although his Gaoler's heart had been changed, George
Fox still lay in Derby Prison. There was more work waiting for him to
do there.

One day he heard that a soldier wanted to see him, and in there came a
rough trooper, with a story that he was very anxious to tell. 'I was
sitting in Church,' he began. 'Thou meanest in the steeple-house,'
corrected Fox, who was always very sure that a 'Church' meant a
'Company of Christ's faithful people,' and that the mere outward
building where they were gathered should only be called a
steeple-house if it had a steeple, or a meeting-house if it had none.
'Sitting in Church, listening to the Priest,' continued the trooper,
paying no attention to the interruption, 'I was in an exceeding great
trouble, thinking over my sins and wondering what I should do, when a
Voice came to me--I believe it was God's own Voice and it said--"Dost
thou not know that my servant is in prison? Go thou to him for
direction." So I obeyed the Voice,' the man continued, 'and here I
have come to you, and now I want you to tell me what I must do to get
rid of the burden of these sins of mine.' He was like Christian in
_Pilgrim's Progress_, with a load of sins on his back, was he not? And
just as Christian's burden rolled away when he came to the Cross, so
the trooper's distress vanished when Fox spoke to him, and told him
that the same power that had shown him his sins and troubled him for
them, would also show him his salvation, for 'That which shows a man
his sin is the Same that takes it away!'

Fox did not speak in vain. The trooper 'began to have great
understanding of the Lord's truth and mercyes.' He became a bold man
too, and took his new-found happiness straight back to the other
soldiers in his quarters, and told them of the truths he had learnt in
the prison. He even said that their Colonel--Colonel Barton--was 'as
blind as Nebuchadnezzar, to cast such a true servant of God as Fox
was, into Gaol.'

Before long this saying came to Colonel Barton's ears, and then there
was a fine to do. Naturally he did not like being compared with
Nebuchadnezzar. Who would? But it would have been undi