something of God which speaks in
the conscience, then to coerce men
is clearly wrong. The only true
line of approach is by patience to
reach down to that divine seed, to
appeal to what is best, because it
is what is strongest in man. The
Quaker testimony against war is no
isolated outwork of their
position: it forms part of their
citadel.'--H.G. WOOD._

_'The following narrative we have
thought proper to insert in the
very words of the sufferer, as
taken from his own mouth. The
candid Reader will easily excuse
the simplicity of its style, and
the Plainness of its Expressions.
It is the more like the man, and
carries the greater evidence of
the Honesty and Integrity of the
Relator, viz. "An Account of the
Sufferings of Richard Seller of
Keinsey, a Fisherman, who was
prest in Scarborough-Piers, in the
time of the two last engagements
between the Dutch and English, in
the year 1665." These are (says
the writer) the very words that
proceeded from him, who sat before
me weeping.'--BESSE, 'Sufferings
of the Quakers.'_

XXVI. RICHARD SELLAR AND THE 'MERCIFUL MAN'

Away to the Yorkshire coast we must go, and once more find ourselves
looking up at the bold headland of Scarborough Cliff, as it juts out
into the North Sea. Away again in time, too, to the year 1665, when
George Fox still lay in prison up at the Castle, with his room full of
smoke on stormy days when the wind 'drove in the rain forcibly,' while
'the water came all over his bed and ran about the room till he was
forced to skim it up with a platter.'

Happily there is no storm raging this time. Our story begins on a
still, warm afternoon late in the summer, when even the prisoner up at
the Castle can hardly help taking some pleasure in the cloudless blue
sky and shining sea spread out above and around him.

But it is not to the Castle we are bound to-day. We need not climb
again the steep, worn steps that lead to the top of the hill. Instead,
we must descend an equally narr