y the Power of the Lord, the
time was come for us to find. We went to hear a Stranger. But no
stranger was George Fox. Rather did we recognise him, from the first
moment of that meeting, as the own brother of our souls. Up and down
the length and breadth of the land I had journeyed, seeking for
deliverance and for truth. Now, in my own county of Yorkshire, my
deliverer was found. It was not alone the words he spake, though they
were forcible and convincing, much more it was the irresistible Power
of the Lord breathing through him that brought us to our knees. All
men could see as they looked upon his goodly form, not then marred by
cruel imprisonments and sufferings, that he was a man among ten
thousand. But to me he was also a chosen vessel of the Lord; for power
spoke through him, yea, to my very heart. I have told thee, Mary, of
my long searchings after truth, and of those of my dear wife. There
was no need to mention one of them to George. With the first words he
spake it was clear to me that he knew them all, he could read our
necessities like an open book. Well hath it been said of him that "he
was a man of God endued with a clear and wonderful depth; a discerner
of other men's spirits, and very much a master of his own." Our hearts
clave unto him at once. We could scarcely restrain ourselves until the
meeting should be at an end, to disclose our inmost souls unto him.
Then at last, when all the multitude had departed, we watched Friend
George set out on his homeward way. We followed him in all haste, my
Ann and I, until we came up with him in a lonely field. The moon shone
full on his face and on our seeking faces, revealing us to each other.
At first he gazed on us as if we were strangers. For all we had longed
ardently to tell him, we found no words. Only a long time we stood
together silently, we three, with the dumb kine slumbering around us
in the dewy meadows; we three, revealed to one another in the full
light. Then at last we confessed to the Truth before him, and from him
we received Truth again. There is no Scripture to warrant the
sprinkling of a few drops of water on the face of a child and calling
that Baptism; but there is a Scripture for being baptized with the
Holy Ghost and with fire. That true essential Baptism did our spirits
receive in very deed that night from God's own minister of His
Everlasting Gospel.

'Thus, then and there, were we three knit together in soul; and the
Lord's Power was o