The first edition of this book is dated 1870. The edition used is dated 13. The publisher was The Sunday School Union, 57 & 59 Ludgate Hill, London EC The number of pages is 172.

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General information

A very interesting book. It certainly brings home the problems faced by the various Dissenting sects in England in the reign of James the Second, particularly those facing the Quakers.

It tells the story of a Quaker family, who fled from England to seek a new life in America in the late 1600s. It’s a short book, and it makes a very good read, or of course a good audiobook. As reviewer I found it most instructive.

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Contents

Chapter I.
The Protectorate had come to an end ten years before the period when our story commences; and Charles the Second, restored to the throne of England, had since been employed in outraging all the right feelings of the people over whom he was called to reign, and in lowering the English name, which had been so gloriously raised by the wisdom of Cromwell.

Chapter II.
While the young man was speaking, the stranger and his son had worked their way close to the stout soldier-like man who has been described.

Chapter III.
In a dirty, ill-ventilated room in a low sponging-house in Newgate Market, known as the “Black Dog,” two persons were seated.

Chapter IV.
Christison and his son arrived in good time when the court again sat, on the 3rd of September.

Chapter V.
Wenlock Christison and his son proceeded up Cornhill a short time after the events which have been described.

Chapter VI.
In a country house near Wanstead, in Essex, one of England’s bravest admirals,—Sir William Penn,—lay on a bed of sickness.

Chapter VII.
We left Captain Christison and his son just as they had gallantly rescued the stranger who had been set upon by ruffians in one of the principal thoroughfares of London.

Chapter VIII.
“And thou art going away on board a warship to fight and slay, and, alack! perchance to be slain,” said Mary Mead, whose hand was held by Wenlock Christison.

Chapter IX.
The English and French fleets lay in Sole Bay, a brave sight, with flags flying and trumpets sounding from the different ships.

Chapter X.
Almost exhausted, pale as death, the blood flowing from his wound opened by the exertions he had made, Wenlock Christison dropped down on the deck of the stranger, not knowing whether he was to find himself on board an English or Dutch ship.

Chapter XI.
“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.

Chapter XII.
The beams of the evening sun were streaming through a deep bay window of the country house of Worminghurst, in Sussex, on the heads of two men seated at a large oak writing table in a room which, lined as it was with bookcases, showed that it was devoted to study.

Chapter XIII.
Two fine vessels lay in mid stream a little way below London, with sails loosened, ready to take their departure.

Chapter XIV.
As soon as the captain of the Amity was convinced of the character of the stranger, he set all the sail the ship would carry, yet hoping to escape from her.

Chapter XV.
The pirate had descried the stranger; for now her yards were seen to be braced up, and instead of standing towards the island, she tacked and stood again out to sea, her pirate flag still flying from her peak.

Chapter XVI.
The good ship Amity was sailing up the magnificent stream of the Delaware.

Chapter XVII.
The Indian chief, applying a leathern bottle to Wenlock’s mouth, poured some water down his throat.

Chapter XVIII.
Bristol was in those days the chief commercial city of England next to London.

Chapter XIX.
As soon as Wenlock could approach the governor, he inquired for his friends, the Meads.

Chapter XX.
We left the Amity sailing up the Delaware. During her absence, a number of vessels had arrived both from England and from Dutch and German ports, and it pleasant to those interested in the welfare of the colony to see them land their passengers and cargoes, the former often collected in picturesque spots on the banks, under the shelter of white tents, yellow wigwams, dark brown log huts, and sometime green arbours of boughs.

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