and the rebels. Sometimes, when the Catholic insurgents were victorious, they would be greatly enraged to find Quaker houses filled with Protestant families. They would point their pistols and threaten death, if their enemies were not immediately turned into the street to be massacred. But the pistol dropped, when the Christian mildly replied, 'Friend, do what thou wilt, I will not harm thee or any other human being.' Not even amid the savage fierceness of civil war, could men fire at one who spoke such words as these. They saw that this was not cowardice, but bravery very much higher than their own.

"On one occasion, an insurgent threatened to burn down a Quaker-house, unless the owner expelled the Protestant women and children who had taken refuge there. 'I cannot help it,' replied the Friend; 'so long as I have a house, I will keep it open to succour the helpless and distressed, whether they belong to thy ranks or to those of thy enemies. If my house is burned, I must be turned out with them, and share their affliction.' The fighter turned away, and did the Christian no harm.

"The Protestant party seized the Quaker schoolmaster of Ballitore, saying they could see no reason why he should stay at home in quiet, while they were obliged to defend his property. 'Friends, I have asked no man to fight for me,' replied the schoolmaster. But they dragged him along, swearing that he should at least

stop a bullet. His house and schoolhouse were filled with women and children who had taken refuge there: for it was an instructive fact, throughout this bloody contest, that the houses of the men of peace were the only places of safety. Some of the women followed the soldiers, begging them not to take away their friend and protector, a man who expended more for the sick and starving than others did for arms and ammunition. The schoolmaster said, 'Do not be distressed, my friends. I forgive these neighbours; for what they do, they do in ignorance of my principles and feelings. They may take my life, but they cannot force me to do injury to one of my fellow-creatures.' As the Catholics had done, so did the Protestants; they went away, and left the man of peace safe in his Divine armour.

"The flames of bigotry were, of course, fanned by civil war. On one occasion, the insurgents seized a wealthy old Quaker, in very feeble health, and threatened to shoot him if he did not go with them to a Catholic priest to be christened. They had not led him far before he sank down from extreme weakness. 'What do you say to our proposition?' asked one of the soldiers, handling his gun significantly. The old man quietly replied, 'If thou art permitted to take my life, I hope our heavenly Father will forgive thee.' The insurgents talked apart for a few moments, and then went away, restrained by a power they did not understand.

"Deeds of kindness added strength to the influence of gentle words. The officers and soldiers of both parties had had some dying brother tended by the Quakers, or some starving mother who had been fed, or some desolate little ones who had been cherished. Whichever party marched into a village victorious, the cry was, 'Spare the Quakers! They have done good to all, and harm to none.' While flames were raging, and blood flowing in every direction, the houses of the peacemakers stood uninjured.

"It is a circumstance worthy to be recorded, that, during the fierce and terrible struggle, even in counties where Quakers were most numerous, only one of their Society fell a sacrifice. That one was a young man, who being afraid to trust his own principles, put on a military uniform, and went to the garrison for protection. The garrison was taken by the insurgents, and he was killed. 'His dress and arms spoke the language of hostility, 'says the historian, and therefore invited it.""

We shall close the illustrations of this chapter with the following conversation, which Mr. A. Ballou mentions to have taken place between him and an American sailor:

"A few years ago I met an elderly man in the Hartford stage, whose conversation led me to reflect on the baseness and iniquity often concealed behind the

apparent glory of war. The thumb of his right hand hung down, as if suspended by a piece of thread; and some of the passengers inquired the cause; A Malay woman cut the muscle with her sabre,' was the reply.

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"A Malay woman!' they exclaimed.

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"I did not know she was a woman, for they all dress alike there,' said he. 'I was on board the U. S. ship Potomac, when it was sent out to chastise the Malays for murdering the crew of a Salem vessel. attacked one of their forts, and killed some two hundred or more. Many of them were women; and I can tell you the Malay women are as good fighters as the men.'

"After answering several questions concerning the conflict, he was silent for a moment, and then added, with a sigh, 'Ah, that was a bad business. I do not like to remember it. I wish I had never had anything to do with it. I have been a seaman from my youth, and I know the Malays well. They are a brave and honest people. Deal fairly with them, and they will treat you well, and may be trusted with untold gold. The Americans were to blame in that business. The truth is, Christian nations are generally to blame, in the outset, in all the difficulties with less civilised people.

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A Salem ship went to Malacca to trade for pepper. They agreed to give the natives a stated compensation

when a certain number of measures full of pepper were delivered. Men, women, and children, were busy picking pepper and bringing it on board. The captain proposed that the sailors should go on shore and help them; and the natives consented with the most confiding good nature. The sailors were instructed to pick till evening, and then leave the baskets full of pepper around the bushes, with the understanding that they were to be brought on board by the natives in the morning. They did so, without exciting any suspicion of treachery. But in the night the baskets were all conveyed away, and the vessel sailed, leaving the Malays unpaid for their valuable cargo. This, of course, excited great indignation, and they made loud complaints to the commander of the next American vessel that arrived on that coast. In answer to a demand of redress from the government, they were assured the case should be represented and the wrong repaired. But 'Yankee cuteness' in cheating a few savages was not sufficiently uncommon to make any great stir, and the affair was soon forgotten. Some time after, another captain of a Salem ship played a similar trick, and carried off a still larger quantity of stolen pepper. The Malays, exasperated beyond measure, resorted to Lynch law, and murdered an American crew that landed there about the same time. The U. S. ship Potomac was sent out to punish them for the outrage; and, as I told, we killed some two