your imprisonments will reach to
the prisoned that the persecutor
prisons in himself.... So be
faithful in that which overcomes
and gives victory.'--G. FOX._

_'Bread and Wine were the Supper
of the Lord in the dispensation of
Time, ... a figure of His death,
which were fulfilled when He had
suffered and rose again, and now
He is known to stand at the door
and knock, "If any man hear my
Voice and open the door, I will
come in and sup with him and he
with me," saith Christ. And we
being many are one Bread and one
Body and know the Wine renewed in
our Father's Kingdom. Christ the
Substance we now witness; Shadows
and Figures done away; he that can
receive it, let him.'--W. DEWSBURY._

XXI. PALE WIND FLOWERS: OR THE LITTLE PRISON MAID

I

'Dear grandfather will be wearying for me! We must not linger.' There
was a wistful ring in the child's voice as she spoke. Little Mary Samm
looked longingly towards a clump of wood anemones dancing in the
sunshine, as she followed her aunt, Joan Dewsbury, through a coppice
of beech-trees on the outskirts of the city of Warwick. It was a
bright windy day of early spring in the year 1680. Mary was twelve
years old, but so small and slight that she looked and seemed much
younger. And now she wanted badly to gather some wood anemones. But
would Aunt Joan approve? Would it be selfish to leave 'dear
grandfather' longer alone?

Happily the older woman, who preceded little Mary on the narrow
woodland pathway, possessed a kind heart underneath her severe, grey,
Quaker bodice and stiff manner. She caught the wistful tone in the
little girl's voice, and, turning round, noticed the wood anemones.
Indeed, the wood anemones insisted on being noticed. Joan Dewsbury
walked on a few steps further in silence; then, setting the heavy
basket down on the trunk of a felled tree, 'No, Mary,' she said, 'in
truth we must not linger; but we may rest a few moments. Also thou
knowest thy grandfather's love of a posy in his prison. If I see
aright, there are some pale windflowers blowing yonder, beside that
old tree, though it is full early for them still. Here, give me thy
basket, and hie the