. In the old paths: memories of literary pilgrimages . y mercies, in the life of righteousness thou mayestbe preserved to the end ! My soul prays to God forthee, that thou mayest stand in the day of trial, thatthy children may be blessed of the Lord, and thypeople saved by His power. My love to thee has beengreat, and the remembrance of thee affects my heartand mine eye.—^The God of eternal strength keepand preserve thee to His glory and peace. How we seem to see in these lines the workings ofPenns mind! In seeking to give written expressionto his feelings towards Philadelphia, Penn models his
. In the old paths: memories of literary pilgrimages . y mercies, in the life of righteousness thou mayestbe preserved to the end ! My soul prays to God forthee, that thou mayest stand in the day of trial, thatthy children may be blessed of the Lord, and thypeople saved by His power. My love to thee has beengreat, and the remembrance of thee affects my heartand mine eye.—^The God of eternal strength keepand preserve thee to His glory and peace. How we seem to see in these lines the workings ofPenns mind! In seeking to give written expressionto his feelings towards Philadelphia, Penn models hisapostrophe on the words of the Master the character of the man, there can be nodoubt as to his sincerity. 58 IN ENGLANDS PENNSYLVANIA Over and over again the great colonist longed toreturn to his retreat at Pennsbury, Pennsylvania, andwas as often prevented by arrestments on the oldcharges, and so it was not until 1699 that he made hissecond voyage. He returned to England in 1701, inconnection with proposed changes in the government. I pass through Amersham once more. of North America. Penn never saw his colony at home, that told on his health, showeredfast upon him. In 1712 he was seized with apoplecticfits, and on July 30th, 1718, he died, as the memorial onthe wall there shows, and left behind him an imperish-able name. But I have lingered all too long at Jordans, too longat least for a September day, if I wish to be homebefore nightfall. In the gloaming, as I pass throughAmersham once more, a single bell is tolling for even-song, and very impressive the parish church looks with IN ENGLANDS PENNSYLVANIA 59 its chancel only alight. I cannot remain to the service,for I have still to retrace my steps to the distant farm-house among the hills. It was a peaceful impressionthat I carried away with me. The song of the agedSimeon, so appropriately incorporated in the Order forEvening Prayer in that time-hallowed liturgy, seemedsomehow to become assoc
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