observance of holy days, he secretly sent turkeys to poor families, who viewed the subject in a different light; and it was only by accidental circumstances that they at last discovered to whom they owed the annual gift.
Members of the Society of Friends often came to see him; and for many of them he cherished high respect, and a very warm friendship.
But his character grew larger, and his views more liberal, after the bonds which bound him to a sect were cut asunder.
Friends occasionally said to him, ‘We miss thy services in the Society, Isaac.
Hadst thou not better ask to be re-admitted?
The way is open for thee, whenever thou hast an inclination to return.’
He replied, ‘I thank thee.
But in the present state of the Society, I don't think I could be of any service to them, or they to me.’
But he could never relinquish the hope that the primitive character of Quakerism would be restored, and that the Society would again hold up the standard of righteousness to the nations, as it had in days gone by. Nearly every man, who forms strong religious attachments in early life, cherishes similar anticipations for his sect, whose glory declines, in the natural order of things.
But such hopes are never realized.
The spirit has a resurrection, but not the form.
‘Soul never dies.
Matter dies off it, and it lives elsewhere.’
Thus it is with truth.
The noble principles