"Come with my mother and me to a meeting to which we are going this
evening!" said Gretchen, when Wenlock returned home at a somewhat
earlier hour than usual, for he still lived at the house of the kind
surgeon. "Some Englishmen arrived yesterday in Rotterdam, and they are
about to address the public on some important religious matters. They
are said to be very earnest and devoted people, and one of them speaks
Dutch perfectly. Their names I cannot remember. Those short, curious,
English names quickly escape my memory."
Wenlock at once agreed to Gretchen's request; indeed he had no longer
the heart to refuse her anything she asked. It might have been just
possible that, had he learned that the fair Mary had forgotten him and
accepted another suitor, he would have had no great difficulty in
consoling himself. Yet it was not so at present. He always treated
Gretchen with kindness and respect, but was fully convinced in his own
mind that he never allowed a warmer feeling to enter his bosom. The
large public hall in which meetings of the sort were generally held was
nearly filled by the time the Van Erk party arrived. They, however,
were shown to seats near the platform whence the speakers were to
address the people. Many more persons crowded in, till the hall was
quite full. Just then five gentlemen appeared on the platform,
advancing with slow and dignified steps. A curious and very mixed
feeling agitated Wenlock's heart when among them he recognised Master
William Penn, and his father's old friend, Captain Mead. The thought of
his father rushed into his mind, and a tear filled his eye. He thought,
however, also of Mary, and he longed to ask her father about her; yet,
at that moment, to do so was impossible. As the speakers appeared, the
whole hall was hushed in silence. At length William Penn offered up a
prayer in Dutch. He then introduced a tall thin, careworn man, as
George Fox, who addressed the people in English, Penn interpreting as he
spoke. He urged on them in forcible language to adopt the principles
which the Friends had accepted, and many were moved to tears while he
spoke. William Mead then came forward, but said little. Another
Englishman, Robert Barclay, then addressed the assemblage. He was
followed by Penn himself; who, in calm yet forcible language, placed the
simple truths of the gospel before his hearers. Wenlock's feelings were
greatly moved. His reason too was convinced. He had had a severe
lesson. He had declined to accept those principles, and sought for
worldly honour and distinction instead. The result had been the loss of
his beloved father, he himself escaping with life almost by a miracle.
"Those are old friends I little expected to meet again," said Wenlock to
Gretchen and her mother. "I must speak to them now, lest they leave the
city to-morrow and I may miss them."
As the assembly broke up, the speakers descended into the body of the
hall, and Wenlock found himself standing before William Penn and Captain
Mead. Neither of them knew him, though they looked at him kindly,
having observed the deep attention with which he had listened to their
discourses. "I am afraid, Master Mead, I am forgotten," said Wenlock,
feeling that he must speak at last. The Quaker started, and examined
his countenance narrowly. "What!" he exclaimed, "art thou the son of my
ancient comrade? Verily I thought that he and thou were long since
numbered with the dead. How is it, young man? Has thy father escaped
also?"
"Alas! no," said Wenlock; and he gave a brief account of his father's
death.
"And hast thou been content to pass so long a time without communicating
with thy old friends?" said Mead, in a reproachful tone.
"No, indeed. I wrote to Mistress Mary," said Wenlock; "but she replied
not to my letter."
"My daughter received no letter from thee, young man," said Mead; "and I
will not deny that she grieved at the thought of thy loss."
"O Master Mead, I wish that I had written oftener, till one of my
letters had reached you or her," exclaimed Wenlock; "but I thought that
she had discarded me."
"I see; I see! And thou wast too proud to run the risk of being chid
further for thy youthful folly," said the Quaker.
"You are right, I confess," answered Wenlock. "But tell me, how is she?
Where is she? Would I could once more see her and explain my conduct."
"Perchance thou mayst see her sooner than thou dost expect," said Mead.
"Come to-morrow morning to the house where we lodge, and we will talk
further of this matter."
"What! is she in Rotterdam?" exclaimed Wenlock, in a voice trembling
with agitation.
"She accompanied us thus far on our journey; but I know not whether she
will go farther. I must not let thee see her, however, to-night, as,
believing thee dead, it might perchance somewhat agitate her; for I do
not deny, Wenlock, that thou wast once dear to us all. But whether thou
canst sufficiently explain thy conduct since thou didst part from us, to
regain thy lost place in our regard, I cannot now determine."
"Oh, I trust I can," exclaimed Wenlock, all his affection for Mary
reviving immediately at the thought of again meeting her.
William Penn received the young man very kindly, and then for some
minutes spoke to him with deep seriousness of his past life. "Thou
canst not serve God and Mammon, Friend Wenlock," he said. "Thou didst
attempt to do so, and Mammon left thee struggling for thy life on the
ocean. More on that matter I need not say."
Wenlock, on reaching home, found that his friends had been deeply
impressed by the addresses they had heard. They were also much
surprised to find that two of the speakers were known to him.
"Indeed, one of them," he said, "is a very old friend; and should he
invite me to accompany him to England, I should wish to do so."
"What! and leave us all here, not to return?" said Gretchen.
"It is right that I should tell the truth at once," thought Wenlock. He
did so.
"And is this English girl very, very pretty," asked Gretchen; and her
voice trembled slightly.
"I thought her so when we parted; and amiable, and right-minded, and
pious I know she is."
"Ah!" said Gretchen, "I should like to see her while she remains in this
city."
The next morning Wenlock set out to pay his promised visit to his Quaker
friends. Master Mead met him at the door of the house.
"Come in; Mary will see thee," he said; and taking him upstairs, he led
him into a room, at the farther end of which a young lady was seated
with a book before her. She rose as her father and their visitor
entered, and gave an inquiring glance at Wenlock, apparently at first
scarcely knowing him. Another look assured her who it was, but no smile
lighted up her countenance. She advanced, however, and held out her
hand. "Thou art welcome, Master Christison," she said; "and I rejoice
to find that thou didst escape the sad fate we heard had overtaken thee.
And yet, was it kind to leave old friends who were interested in thee,
albeit thou didst differ from them in opinion, without knowing of thy
existence?" Her voice, which had hitherto remained firm, began to
tremble.
"Oh, no, no, Mary!" exclaimed Wenlock. "I cannot blame myself too much.
Yet I did write; but I ought to have written again and again, till I
heard from you. I should have known that the risk of a letter
miscarrying was very great."
"Yea; verily thou ought to have put more confidence in us," said Mary.
Then Wenlock again blamed himself, and Mary showed herself before long
inclined to be more lenient than her manner had at first led him to hope
she might prove.
Penn and his party remained for some days at Rotterdam, holding numerous
meetings. Many among the most educated of the inhabitants,--officers of
the government, merchants, and others,--came to hear them preach; while
many of the principal houses of the place were thrown open to them.
Among other converts was Wenlock's employer, Mynheer Van Erk, as was
also his kind friend the surgeon and his family. Gretchen and Mary met
frequently. "You have not over praised the English maiden," said the
former to Wenlock. "I hope you will be fortunate in regaining her
regard; for it is clear to me that you still look on her with
affection."
Penn, with three of his companions, proceeded on their tour through
Holland and part of Germany, gaining many proselytes to their opinions.
Mead, who had some mercantile transactions at Rotterdam, remained in
that city. After they were concluded he prepared to return home.
Wenlock wished to accompany him. "No, my young friend," he answered, "I
cannot allow thee to quit thy present employer without due notice.
Should he wish to dispense with thy services, I will receive thee when
thou dost come to me." Wenlock had now openly professed himself to be a
Quaker. Perchance, Master Mead, who had no lack of worldly wisdom,
desired to try the young man's constancy, both as to his love and his
religion; for, in both, people are very apt to deceive themselves,
mistaking enthusiasm and momentary excitement for well grounded
principle. As winter approached, Penn and his party returned to
Rotterdam, and sailed for England.