As the human race ascends the steep ac-
civity of improvement, the Quaker
cherishes woman as the equal companion of the journey.
Men are equal.
knows no abiding distinction of king and subject.
The universality of the Inner Light
‘brings crowns to the dust, and lays
them low and level with the earth.’
will be king; there will be no crowns but to such as obey his will.’
With God a thousand years are indeed as one day; yet judgment on tyrants will come at last,
and may come ere long.
Every man has God in the conscience; the Quaker
knows no distinction of castes.
He bows to God, and not to his fellow-servant.
‘All men are alike by creation,’ says Barclay
; and it is slavish fear which
reverences others as gods.
‘I am a man,’ says every Quaker
, and refuses homage.
The most favored of his race, even though endowed with the gifts and glo-
ries of an angel, he would regard but as his fellow servant and his brother.
The feudal nobility still nourished its pride.
‘Nothing,’ says Penn
ing of man's folly has less show of reason to palliate it.’
‘What a pother has this noble blood made in the world!’
‘But men of blood have no marks of honor stampt upon them by nature.’
scorned to take off his hat to any of them; he held himself the peer of the proudest peer in Christendom.
With the Eastern
despotism of Diocletian, Europe
had learned the hyperboles of Eastern adulation; but ‘My Lord Peter and My Lord Paul are not to be found in the Bible
; My Lord Solon or Lord Scipio is not to be read in Greek
or Latin stories.’
And the Quaker
returned to the simplicity of Gracchus and Demosthenes
, though ‘Thee and Thou proved a sore cut to