n, should be
guided by the principles you have adopted; and I feel sure that if you
and your friends keep to your plain way of preaching, and also keep to
your plain way of living, you will make an end of priests to the end of
the world." Almost the last words the admiral uttered were: "Bury me
near my mother. Live all in love. Shun all manner of evil. I pray God
to bless you; and He will bless you."

The spirit in which the admiral died, greatly softened the poignancy of
the grief felt by his wife and son. The funeral procession set forth
towards Bristol, where the admiral had desired to be buried, in
Redcliffe Church, where a monument, still to be seen, was raised to his
memory. William Penn was now the possessor of a handsome fortune
inherited from his father. With youth, a fine appearance, fascinating
manners, well acquainted with the world, numerous friends at court, and
royal guardians pledged to advance his interests, he, notwithstanding,
resisted all the allurements which these advantages offered to him, and
set forth through the country, travelling from city to city, and village
to village, preaching the simple gospel of salvation.

In a picturesque village in Buckinghamshire, called Chalfont, a young
gentleman on horseback might have been seen passing up the chief street.
There were but few people moving about at that early time of the
morning. At length he saw one advancing towards him, who, though
dressed in sober costume, had the air of a gentleman.

"Friend," said the young horseman, "canst tell me the abode of Master
Isaac Pennington?"

"Ay! verily I can," answered the pedestrian; "and, if I mistake not, he
to whom I speak is one who will be heartily welcome. His fame has gone
before him in this region, remote as it is from the turmoils of the
world. Thou art William Penn; I am Thomas Elwood, a friend of the
family. Their abode is the Grange, which they have rebuilt and
beautified. Further on, at the end of the street, is the dwelling of
one known to all lovers of literature,--John Milton. And here is my
cottage, where thou wilt be always welcome."

"Thanks, friend Elwood," said William Penn, dismounting from his horse.
"If thou wilt show me the Grange, I will thank thee, and accept at
another time thy hospitality."

"I am bound thither myself," said Elwood, "and I shall enjoy thy society
on the way."

On reaching the Grange, William Penn found assembled in the breakfast
parlour seve