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The Mayflowkk 
 After the model in tlie National Museum at W'ashinfjton 
 
THE RETURN OF THE 
 "MAYFLOWER" 
 
 AiV INTERLUDE 
 
 BY 
 
 RENDEL HARRIS 
 
 Manchester: AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS 
 
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 London, New York, Chicago, Bombay, Calcutta, Madras 
 
 1919 
 

 PREFACE. 
 
 In the following scenes which are collectively dignified 
 by the title of an Interlude, I have brought together 
 men of different centuries, as though yesterday and to- 
 day overlapped one another and could almost be made 
 to coincide. The old men among my pilgrims are not 
 any older than when they left Plymouth Harbour long- 
 ago ; the young men have only been allowed time 
 enough to grow up into visibility ; as for the women, 
 who would wish that Mistress Chiltorn should lose her 
 roses or Priscilla Alden grow grey? The method is 
 that of the ancient popular fancy as expressed in song. 
 As Mr. Walter Leaf says in his recently published 
 " Homer and History," "the popular minstrel is intent 
 only upon effect ; and nothing is more effective than to 
 bring together in personal converse the famous men of 
 old times. He is not troubled by any questions of 
 chronology." For the occasion, then, we are that 
 popular minstrel of which Mr. Leaf speaks. 
 
 We have the less need to apologise for following an 
 ancient and popular method (in defiance of anachron- 
 isms) when we reflect that our underlying theme is that 
 the Pilgrim attitude and the Puritan interpretation of 
 life are not really the subjects of change. They are as 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 valid and vital in 1920 a.d. as in 1620 a.d. (or B.C. even). 
 We are obliged at every turn of the wheel of life to 
 realise that here we have no continuing city, and from 
 that perception we acquire the spiritual orientation and 
 outlook which is expressed in the search for the City 
 that is to be. In the same way we are compelled by 
 the motion of the wheel of thought to simplify our 
 expression of faith and keep it close to reality and never 
 allow it to be at variance with verification. We may 
 thus be able to find, as the Puritans did, that the God 
 who was our help in ages past is our strength and our 
 hope for years to come. These things do not cease to 
 be true because I inscribe them on a play-bill and put 
 them in the forefront of an Interlude. 
 
 I am indebted to the Washington National Museum 
 for a photograph of their model of the " Mayflower," 
 and to Messrs. Heath & Stoneman, of Plymouth, for 
 permission to reproduce their photograph of the gate- 
 way to the Citadel. 
 
 RENDEL HARRIS. 
 
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DRAMATIS PERSON.^. 
 
 All Pilgrims from 
 New Plymouth. 
 
 The Mayor of Old Plymouth. 
 The Town Clerk of Old Plymouth. 
 Bradford, the Governor of New Plymouth. 
 Brewster. 
 
 WiNSLOW. 
 
 Mistress Chilton. 
 
 Mistress Priscilla Alden. 
 
 The Boy, Oceanus Hopkins. 
 
 The Boy, Peregrine White. 
 
 Miles Standish, the Puritan Captain of New Plymouth. 
 
 George Washington. 
 
 Abraham Lincoln. 
 
 WooDROw Wilson. 
 
 William Penn from Philadelphia. 
 
 John Robinson, the Pilgrims' Pastor from Leiden. 
 
 Town Councillors of Old Plymouth, Citizens, a Shipman, etc. 
 Minstrels and Chorus attend. 
 
 Presidents of the 
 United States. 
 
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 SCENE I. — T/ie Mayor s Parlour- at Plymouth. 
 The Mayor, with ce7'tain Co2incillo?'s and Officials. 
 
 Enter a Shipman. 
 
 Shipman. Mr. Mayor, there is a strange craft casting 
 anchor in the Sound. 
 
 Mayor. How can that be strange, man, that happeneth 
 every day and at all tides ? 
 
 Shipman. Yet they come not every day bedeckt with 
 scarves and waving flags, as this one doth. 
 
 Mayor. It were more proper for a scarfed bark to be 
 weiofhinof her anchor, than for her to be ridino- 
 thereat : perchance it is some vessel newly launched 
 and gay with the thought of her first voyage. There 
 be many such and will be more when our navigation 
 is freer from restraints, imposed upon us by the 
 Government. 
 
 Shipman. Your honour, this is no new ship, either in 
 woodwork, or in sails or design. There is no ship- 
 yard on our coast that has the like. And she is sore 
 weather-beaten, as though she had been through 
 polar ice or tropic storms. 
 
 Mayor. Thou sayest that she hath waving flags : of 
 what nation be they ? 
 
 Shipman. This is what perplexes me, your honour. 
 She doth not carry a single pennon at her peak, 
 
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 nor fly one piece of bunting, to make gay her poop, 
 but as it were, two flags crost and interlacet. 
 
 Mayor. Hadst thou no eyes to see what flags they 
 were that were thus crost ? 
 
 Shipman. One of them was like our own royal stand- 
 ard, with some flowers on it that we do not paint 
 there, lilies perchance. 
 
 Mayor. And what of the other that was twined and 
 twinned therewith ? 
 
 Shipman. That which I wot not of. It was as though 
 one had gazed through prison bars and had seen 
 the stars through them, and had painted on his flag 
 the stars that he had seen, and eke the bars. Said 
 I not well that she was a strange ship that flieth 
 such a strang-e flao" ? 
 
 The Town Clerk. Mr. Mayor, I begin to have an 
 inkling of the matter. There is a tang in my brain 
 that urgeth me to speak. This flag of which the 
 shipman telleth hath itself the language of a symbol, 
 and expresseth itself in a parable. I have read in 
 our ancient writers of them that founded a city, 
 upon the lines of abstract thought, and named it 
 Utopia. Wherefore they brake through the rules 
 and customs by which men are bound in most cities 
 and states, as though they were escaping from a 
 prison, and sought a city for themselves, and took 
 its pattern from among the stars. Verily, like so 
 many other airy-minded folk they have failed in their 
 quest and are returned in this battered and hope- 
 less condition. They must be Utopians returned. 
 
 Mayor. Then wherefore fly they scarves of joy, as 
 though they were exulting to get back to the prison 
 and to voyage no more by the stars, nor to read 
 their fortunes in the constellations ? 
 
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 Shipman. Your honour, I believe they have some 
 gladness of return, for they be shouting and cheer- 
 ing" after their own fashion. 
 
 Mayor. Belike they be spies from some foreign land, 
 and not Utopians at all. Perchance they have 
 petards and other explosives made in — Muscovy 
 or adjacent lands — and design to do us hurt. Or 
 they do design to record the fashion of our forts 
 and the range of our ordnance. 
 
 Shipman. Indeed, your honour, I did observe certain 
 of them that were turning an optic glass upon our 
 citadel, as thouo-h it were some new land that thev 
 might annex, and from which they might dispossess 
 the salvages that dwell there. 
 
 The Town Clerk. Mr. Mayor, it were well to enquire 
 further of the shouting whereof this man speaks, in 
 what lano-uag"e of them that dwell over seas the 
 cry was made. 
 
 Mayor. Tell me, man, if thou wert near enough to 
 distinguish the sounds, or if one has informed thee 
 thereof: did they cry Hoch ! with the Germans, or 
 name the name of Allah with the Turks, or say 
 Banzai with the Japanese, or Vive anything and 
 everything with them that dwell across the Channel ? 
 Or did they cry Hurrah, like Christian men of this 
 free country ? 
 
 Shipman. Your honour, as they tell me, and as I heard 
 in part, their cries were made in our own speech if 
 in any. Yet it was not altogether our own speech, 
 but somewhat harshly spoken, as if one had snuffed 
 up the North wind and taken it on board and ill- 
 digested it. At times the tones were those of a 
 Lincolnshire bagpipe. 
 
 lotvn Clerk. Did none of you, from shore or ship, give 
 
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 them hail ? Spake ye not back to them in music 
 of our own speech ? 
 
 Shipman. Yea, sir : we did greet them friendly, but 
 they made sport of us, and when we said 'Ooray, 
 they asked if our breath was in our boots. And 
 when we made sport of them in return, and asked 
 them concerning the strangeness of their raiment, 
 and where did they get those ats on their 'eds, 
 then they laughed again. 
 
 Town Clerk. They seem to be a merry people, and to 
 have suffered from the Grammar book as well as 
 the North- West Wind. Lord help us if they come 
 hither with academic designs — upon our speech and 
 its intonations. 
 
 Mayor. Let the Custom House Officers look to it, that 
 they import among us nothing ungodly, either in 
 speech or in wares. For if the Scripture saith that 
 by thy speech thou shalt be justified, it is true also 
 that by thy wares thou shalt be condemned, if thou 
 bring hither aught that sorts not with our common- 
 wealth. Belike they have a dead Indian on board, 
 and would fain exhibit him to those that will give 
 a orroat for the sig^ht. Let not such be landed. 
 But and if they truly and fairly speak the English 
 toneue, let them be welcomed in the Name of God 
 and good fellowship, and let them declare the name 
 of their ship, and let them send their captain and 
 the best of their crew ashore and land at the Bar- 
 bican. We will ourselves repair thither in good 
 state, and hear from themselves their story and the 
 interpretation of their second flag. And let Mr. 
 Town Clerk prepare for thern a fitting mode of ad- 
 dress, and give them welcome to the West Country. 
 Town Clerk. They are surely Utopian and their ship 
 
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 is named Erewhon. Had ever man the task of 
 welcominsf those that come from nowhere ? I will 
 surely play them the tune of Nothing on the in- 
 strument of Nobody. But I remember an ancient 
 Inn not far off, called the No-place Inn ; we will 
 send them thither, and there they will need no 
 further introduction nor lack welcome. {Aside) I 
 will do it or die for it. 
 
 [Exeunt Onitus. 
 
 SCENE 11.—^ Street in Old Plyinouth. 
 
 Enter two Citizens. 
 
 First Cit. How rolls the Tamar at our town's far end ? 
 Second Cit. Fairly and fetishly, and how the Plym ? 
 First Cit. Flanked with fair streams our ancient city 
 
 stands. 
 Second Cit. Great memories sit upon our sea-bound 
 
 heights. 
 First Cit. And days to come may well eclipse our past. 
 Second Cit. Hast heard the news they babble on the 
 
 wharf? 
 First Cit. A rumour heard I, but one hears them ever. 
 Second Cit. They say the old ship "Mayflower" has 
 
 returned. 
 First Cit. She that made voyage often to the West ? 
 Second Cit. And brouo-ht us store of fish and beaver 
 
 skins. 
 First Cit. Which paid us better than the gold of Spain. 
 Second Cit. Alas ! there's no more Spanish gold to get, 
 
 And Drake is dead ; but there are beavers still, 
 
 And fish that swim the seas are currency. 
 First Cit. Comes then the " Mayflower " with a freight 
 
 like this ? 
 
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 Second Cit. No ! but with such freight as she once set 
 sail. 
 
 First Cit. Alas ! for us who sent our ventures in her. 
 Dost mean that goods we sent have been returned? 
 No bargains done in beads, in axes none ? 
 
 Second Cit. It is not of such ventures that men speak : 
 Live stock, not dead, my friend, is on the way. 
 
 First Cit. What ! riddles yet ! Is it return of kine 
 Sent forth to breed in distant colonies ? 
 
 Second Cit. Pity the beeves if they must twice endure 
 The raging of the far tempestuous main ! 
 Not beasts, but men, have made the homeward 
 
 stretch, 
 And wait our o-reetino- on the Southern strand. 
 
 First Cit. What men ? perchance from Newfoundland, 
 Where lie the glades which they that first beheld 
 Bethought them of the Vale of Avalon, 
 And named it thus. Or from Guiana's coasts, 
 Where rolls the Orinoco to the sea 
 Past golden roofs and spires of El Dorado ? 
 Or from the land that names the Virgin Oueen } 
 
 Second Cit. You have forgot one West-bound company. 
 Dost call to mind a poor man's Exodus 
 Of them that westward sailed to found a Church 
 Journeying from Plymouth Old to Plymouth New? 
 We held them witless and rebellious churls. 
 With claims of rights against their Mother Church, 
 With claims of rig^hts asrainst their P"ather State : 
 Wild claims, vain dreams of good, and wandering 
 
 thoughts 
 That lead men ever to the great abyss. 
 Where Chaos, Anarch, sits and counts his gains, 
 If gains they be, of wrecked civility. 
 
 First Cit. I knew the men, if for a time forgot. 
 
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 Knew them and loved them. Have they then 
 
 returned ? 
 There was a fire of passion in their eyes : 
 A sadness and a patience in their songs : 
 The women, too ! I call them well to mind. 
 Undaunted of the main, nor scared by storm. 
 If these return, they will have much to tell, 
 For they who make the pilgrimage of spirit 
 Knights Errant are they of the Holy Ghost, 
 And unto such their God revealeth secrets. 
 And gives them heritage among the saints. 
 Second Cit. Thy words are idle words, unless they be 
 Mated by time with verifying fact. 
 The men must tell us for themselves the truth. 
 If heaven-led hence, and now ao-ain returnino-. 
 And what the guerdon of their enterprise. 
 Enough of this, my friend, let us away 
 And wend our steps toward the Barbican. 
 
 \_Exeimt Citizens. 
 
 SCENE III. — The Barbican at Plymouth. 
 
 JEnter on one side a group of Pilgrims from the " May- 
 flower,'' and on the other the Mayor, the Town 
 Clerk, and a company of officials and citizens : a 
 chorus of singers and minstrels attc7id. 
 
 The Mayor [advancing). 
 
 A hearty welcome to you one and all. 
 Whose feet are standino- on this ancient wharf 
 
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 Whence, scant of store, but rich in faith, ye went 
 To seek new lands that held new liberties. 
 Our town has never lost the memory 
 Of how ye came and went, nor yet the faith 
 
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 That ye would come again from overseas, 
 To enrich our commerce with commodities, 
 To advise new instruments of government, 
 And last, not least, reanimate our faith. 
 Bradford. First let us on this sacred spot of earth 
 Most homelike of all homes, as last forsook 
 Of English soil, well lov'd and n'er forgot, 
 And first resumed into our ownership, 
 When we return to claim what still is ours, 
 Lift to our God the common song of praise. 
 
 They sing the doxology in the following form : — 
 
 Praise God from whom all blessings flow : j 
 
 Praise Him all creatures here below : 
 
 Praise Him ye heavenly hosts above, 
 
 Praise Wisdom, Power and Endless Love. < 
 
 The Minsti'ch intone softly, as iffro7?z a distance, the air i 
 
 '' Ho7ne Sweet Hojne" . After which the Chorus: 
 
 sing the 126th Psalm : — j 
 
 When that the Lord did turn again 
 
 Of Zion the Captivity 
 
 Like unto them that dream were we. 
 
 Then were our hearts with gladness thrilled 
 
 Then was our mouth with laughter filled * 
 
 And songs unceasingly. ' 
 
 The heathen said, the Lord hath done 
 For them great things and glorious. 
 The Lord hath done great things for us. 
 Turn our captivity again 
 O Lord, as in the southern plain 
 The streams do gladden us. 
 
 Who sows in tears shall reap in joy. 
 And he who goeth forth in need 
 Weeping and bearing precious seed, 
 
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 Shall doubtless, all his toils o'erpast 
 Unto his home return at last 
 Bringing his sheaves indeed. 
 
 Brewster. If one among the learned should arise 
 
 To garb things ancient in a modern dress, 
 
 And were to name this well beloved chant 
 
 The Home, Sweet Home, among the Hebrew 
 Psalms, 
 
 He would not, as the pundits often do, 
 
 Have missed the mark ; for we that with you sing 
 
 Are homino- birds indeed that reach their strand. 
 Wi7islow. One need not be a scholar to affirm 
 
 The greatest word in our linguistic range, 
 
 The fullest speech in our vocabulary. 
 
 Is Home : for see, it covers Heaven and Earth, 
 
 Embracing both beneath one canopy. 
 Bradford. Those Hebrew sires from whom we drew 
 our faith, 
 
 Who spake in Psalter or in Prophecy, 
 
 Have taught us that the Name of God Himself 
 
 Is nought but Home, and He our dwelling place. 
 
 And when our waywardness of will abates. 
 
 He is the lowly cot to which we turn, 
 
 Or stately mansion where we may abide. 
 Brewster. Philosophy home-sickness is defined. 
 
 By one that thought himself Philosopher. 
 
 He made the final goal and quest of man, 
 
 Always and everywhere to be at home. 
 Town Clerk {sotto voce to Mayor). 
 
 He quotes from one Novalis, I assume, , 
 
 And furnishes a choice anachronism. ' 
 
 Mayor [aside to Town Clerk). 
 
 Peace, Mr. Clerk, nor claim priority, 
 
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 For this or the other of the scribes of man : 
 Home-sickness, sure, doth antedate them all. 
 We may rewrite the Assembly's catechism 
 And man's chief end of glorifying God. 
 What other end than to arrive at home ? 
 ( To the Pilgrims. ) 
 
 Our singers know the sacred mystery 
 
 Of which ye speak, and will unfold it to you. 
 
 Chorus. 
 The traveller in a distant clime, 
 
 On burning sands or frozen steep 
 Preserves a strange mysterious rhyme 
 That chases up and down his sleep. 
 
 {Oikonde, Oikoiide.) 
 The seaman o'er the rolling main 
 Looks back to catch the farewell light. 
 And joys when, homeward bound again, 
 The ancient ray besets his sight. 
 
 Homezvard botmd ! Homeward bound ! 
 The sinner, when his day is spent. 
 
 His day of false elusive cheer, 
 Wakes to a sense of banishment. 
 And hears God whisper in his ear, 
 
 Ho7tie, sweet home : Home, sweet home. 
 
 Mayor {to Bradford). 
 
 Our song sets Brewster smiling : can ye tell 
 The secret meanino- of his mirihfulness .-^ 
 
 Bradford. His joy is more than ours: when he per- 
 ceives 
 The Greek or Latin mixed with English speech 
 His soul is joined thereto : one single word 
 Can put his spirit in an ecstasy. 
 But Homeward Bound is good enough for me. 
 
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 Mayor. Ye come from the broad spaces of the West ; 
 Perchance the while ye twirled the spotty globe, 
 To find the British Isles, the thought arose, 
 'Tis but a freckle on the face of earth. 
 
 Bradfo7^d. We will not say a freckle, but a dimple 
 Caused by the smile of Heaven on earth to-day, 
 That fain would smile it back again on Heaven. 
 
 Mayor. The time is come, my friends, to introduce 
 Particular members of your company : 
 Our general welcome has not spent itself, 
 But gathers force to recognise you all : 
 Brave men, bright women : such indeed ye are : 
 Bradford we know, by his imperial air, 
 And Brewster, by his scholar's melancholy. 
 And this is Winslow, if we do not err. 
 W^hat martial form is this that I perceive, 
 A warrior yet, though in a time of peace ? 
 
 Bradford. This is our friend Miles Standish, brave 
 and true, 
 Lancashire born and bred in foreign Wars, 
 Until such time as he made fellowship 
 With us poor exiles bent on pilgrimage. 
 Our guardian angel in a soldier's coat. 
 One whose exterior semblance doth belie 
 His soul's immensity: you shall not need 
 To add a missing cubit to his thought. 
 
 Mayor. And these fair maids and matrons who attend : 
 What be their names, and be they wed or free ? 
 
 Bradford. This is our Mistress Chilton, she that first 
 Leapt on the granite tis we neared the shore, 
 And took possession of our Plymouth Rock, 
 In name of P'aith and Hope and Charity. 
 And this is Mistress Alden that was wooed 
 By Standish, but our women will not grant 
 
 
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 That to be wooing which is done by proxy, 
 
 And lacks the mission of the ear, the eye, 
 
 The smile concomitant : as Standish sent 
 
 John Alden, who smiles yonder, to appeal 
 
 For fair Priscilla's grace, but found it not. 
 
 He, when his speech was made that did recount 
 
 The virtues of the non-apparent squire, 
 
 Received himself a glance that ran him o'er 
 
 And pierced him through, and such a terse reply, 
 
 Laconian in its brevity and force, 
 
 That bade him not make love by deputy. 
 
 " Speak for yourself, John " was Priscilla's word, 
 
 Her blushes do remember it is true. 
 
 Mayor. These boys among the company I see ; 
 Bright lads, with open eyes and honest hearts, 
 They surely sailed not on your pilgrimage } 
 
 Brewster. This boy is Hopkins hight, and for that he 
 Was born amid the rolling of the storm, 
 When wave and welkin were at strife together, 
 We christened him Oceanus. This lad. 
 First born on Idnd as Hopkins on the sea. 
 We christened Peregrine, that we might ne'er 
 Forget (nor he nor we) the Pilgrim Name, 
 Nor in New England lose his fatherland. 
 Which lies afar, whether in earth or Heaven. 
 
 Town Clerk. How can we stomach this anachronism? 
 These that are never old or always young } 
 That live and die not, knowing not decline 
 Nor marking growth, as though Old Time 
 Were but a Peter Pan? Is't possible 
 That Present, Past, and Future can combine 
 And alternate, each taking other's place, 
 And every man be of what age he please, 
 And put the eyes of history out : Absurd ! 
 
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 Mayo7'. We all are shadows, and amongst the shades 
 New rules prevail of first and last and midst, 
 Of that which changes, and of what abides ; 
 One thing is sure, though all things else invert, 
 " Boys will be boys " unto the very end. 
 
 Winslow. May it please your honour if we now relate 
 What other forms of noble souls attend. 
 And what we bring you of commodities. 
 Our wealth is in ideas with which we sailed. 
 Some we have tested, and with these return ; 
 Some we discard, and leave them to the deep. 
 And to oblivion ; others larger grown 
 We gladly to your people would recount, 
 That ye may see if we were wisely led 
 And guided by the Spirit of all Truth, 
 When hence we sailed. Yourselves shall be the 
 
 judge. 
 Of persons, too, we have a goodly freight 
 Surpassing Ind and Ormuz and the East. 
 An El Dorado of great human souls : 
 Kings, Princes, all : I name them one by one, 
 Three from Virginia's strand we here present 
 To your acquaintance : this one on the right 
 Is Washington that framed our polity ; 
 This on the left is Lincoln, he that found us 
 Broken and did restore, and made us free 
 With larger liberty that knows not hue 
 Of dark or light, the heritage of suns 
 That look too fiercely here, too coldly there. 
 This in the midst, ye may have heard his name. 
 Is Wilson, youngest of our brood of kings ; 
 Perchance, who knows ? the greatest ; if so be 
 God give him grace to finish his intent. 
 With these we joined upon our homeward path, 
 
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 One William Penn, who calls himself a Friend ; 
 He holds the faith that all good men are one, 
 And of the same religion, though perchance 
 They hide beneath a diverse livery 
 To know each other not. Such have we brouofht 
 To share with us your hospitality. 
 
 Mayor. They shall be welcome all : it pleases us 
 That to our Council Chamber ye proceed, 
 We leading on ; and there we may discourse 
 Till night upon our converse sets its seal, 
 
 A procession formed : 
 
 Town Clerk. Utopians lead. Anachronisms follow. 
 
 [Exeunt Omnes^ 
 
 SCENE W.—A Place Apart. 
 
 Enter the Town Clerk, with him Bradford and 
 
 Win SLOW. 
 
 Town Clerk. Good sirs, allow me here a breathing 
 space, that I may confer with you concerning the 
 ordering of your company, and their good shelter 
 and security. His worship desires me to say that 
 such welcomes as words may afford you have 
 already, if indeed you be not surfeited with such : 
 but for the welcome that hearts, homes, and hands 
 afford, they shall be duly prepared for you. 
 
 Winslow. We are plain men, and such as are used to 
 plain fare. We have lain hard, and ofttimes with 
 nought between us and the tempest. Our rations 
 have been elementary, and sometimes non-existent. 
 Yea, there have been times when we have fulfilled 
 that promise made to them of old, that they should 
 suck the abundance of the seas, to wit, treasures 
 
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 hid in the sand. Wherefore our claims upon the 
 friendship which ye so freely offer, will not, as we 
 trust, become a burden upon the back of our willing 
 kinsfolk. 
 
 Town Clerk. Burden ! What burden ? Nought but 
 that which all desire to share. And what you 
 lack in meat, or in the clams and oysters of which 
 ye vaunt your satiety, ye shall have in drink. If 
 there is a last resort in diet, as ye say, there is with 
 us a last resource in liquid. His honour hath good 
 store of aqita vitcE for storm-tossed mariners who' 
 make the port. But tell me first that I may order 
 all things with good honour and dignity, and with 
 a sense of precedence. Ye stand now as represent- 
 ing a great people, and not the poor and paltry 
 hundred of your first invasion. Among you there 
 must be men of title, dukes, viscounts, and earls. 
 Nay ! do not frown me an unnecessary denial. 
 Ye have such : ye are such. And hard by there 
 is a mansion somewhat decayed, which once caught 
 the eye and lured the envy of the Spanish lords. 
 There was one Duke of Medina Sidonia who would 
 fain have added to his titles the lordly name of 
 Edgecumbe. Verily with them that there dwell ye 
 may be suitably lodged and tended and honoured, 
 being indeed of their caste and their complexion. 
 Nay, my lords, contradict not the welcome that we 
 offer in their name, and as for the common men 
 and women of your company, we have suitable 
 accommodation for them elsewhere in humbler 
 hostelries. 
 
 Bradford. The humbler the better ; the more grace 
 where there is the least gain. The banquet is 
 ever made by the sitter and not by the board. 
 
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 And as for these titles and dignities of which ye 
 speak, let the truth be told that we neither have 
 them nor seek after them. 
 
 Town Clerk. But if ye have not such ancient titles as 
 I have unwarily honoured you with, you have cer- 
 tain orders of merit and intelligence and financial 
 worth, such as we ourselves enjoy. The alpha- 
 bet serveth you as it also doth us ; and sometimes 
 it goeth prancingly before you and sometimes 
 bringeth up your rear-guard worthily. It is even 
 so among ourselves, where many alphabets have 
 been spent in the annotating of functions. What 
 answers in your Community to our Order of the 
 British Empire ? Have ye an Order of the Uni- 
 verse and the U fitted States y an O. U.U.S. to 
 match our O. B.E., an honour which is freely given 
 and graciously multiplied among you ? 
 
 Bradford. These things are the vanities of an elder 
 day, and we have declared our independence of 
 them. We have no boast of heraldry nor pomp of 
 power. We can pursue happiness and attain it 
 without the aid of such. 
 
 Winslow. While we are on this subject, brother Brad- 
 ford, 'twere well if the Town Clerk could advise us 
 of the explanation of a certain difficulty that has 
 arisen in our post office on the other side. There 
 is one man (if indeed it be one) that writeth many 
 letters addressed to a friend or family of friends 
 whose name is Esq ! I know not how to pronounce 
 it, but it is written thus, ESQ; it seemeth to be 
 the name of a clan or family, and almost as numerous 
 as they that amongst ourselves are called Smith ; 
 only there be not any women in the clan, which 
 seemeth strange. How can they propagate and be 
 
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 SO many by themselves alone, for with us as with 
 you, the woman followeth the appellation and 
 shareth the dignity of the male. Be they cock- 
 feathers that they be thus denoted ? Our post office 
 hath assigned a special department for the letters 
 addressed from abroad to this Mr. Esq and his 
 company, and it is thought that a special financial 
 appropriation will be necessary to deal with them. 
 
 Bradford. Perchance the Town Clerk judgeth and 
 condemneth our post office as an anachronism. 
 His smile is incredulous as of one that seeth an 
 unexpected and impossible monster on the soil. It 
 were well to consult Brewster, who himself had the 
 Royal Post Office at Scrooby in Nottinghamshire, 
 and turned it into an outpost of the new and more 
 truly Catholic Church. 
 
 Brewster. Brother, we will leave the Town Clerk to 
 explain ; for I have long forgot the meaning of 
 the European names and signs. 
 
 Town Clerk. I conjecture that they are not a name at 
 all, but forgotten symbols of some ancient worthi- 
 ness that lies enshrined in these three letters of the 
 alphabet. In that case it might be well to assign 
 the correspondence that doth affect them to the 
 Dead Letter Office. 
 
 But, sirs, that we lose not our time, nor hinder 
 yourselves from beholding the memorials and the 
 things of fame that do adorn our City, tell me, in 
 brief, how many your first company is grown to, 
 that we may prepare for them all, with titles or 
 without titles ; for we understand that many other 
 ships attend your course, and will shortly arrive 
 here to share our festivities. To what dimension 
 have your hundred Pilgrims grown ? 
 
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 Bradford. Of those that claim descent from our prime 
 
 stock 
 A modest million is the reckoning. 
 
 Town Clerk. We are but a modest quarter of that 
 tale, and verily we can hardly give a hand to more 
 than four a-piece, or sleep more than five under 
 one coverlet ; but let them come, and the more, 
 my masters, the merrier. 
 
 Winslow. Thou seest, brother, that we have verified 
 ten times over the promise that the little one shall 
 become a thousand. Our seed is become as the 
 sand on the sea-shore, wellnigh innumerable. 
 But lest thev think that we be locusts, it were well 
 to advise them that we bring necessary supplies 
 with us, and that neither we nor our hosts will be 
 cribbed, couponed, and confined. 
 
 Town Clerk {sotto voce). Verily if they all come, the 
 
 No- Place Inn to which I had planned to send these 
 
 Utopians, will hang out a sign that there is no 
 
 room. 
 
 [T^xezcfzl Onines. 
 
 SCENE V. — The Guild Hall, Ply77iouth. 
 
 Enter the Mayor, and a company of Pilgrims : with 
 them Penn, Washington, Lincoln, Wilson, and 
 others. 
 
 Mayor. Our citizens would now hear from you what 
 you have accomplished in the West, and what 
 examples you have set the world that you left so 
 abruptly, and to which you have so happily returned. 
 
 Bradford. Religion stood on tiptoe in our land, 
 
 Ready to pass to the American strand. 
 
 Town Clerk. Here is something fresh again, in Gram- 
 
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 mar and Prosody and Pronunciation, like Hamlet 
 with his "mobled queen". Would you tell me, 
 grave and reverend signiors, why you say America 
 where we say America ? For surely our pro- 
 nunciation must be right. 
 
 Priscilla Alden. The missionary who converted our 
 tribe pronounced it America, after one Amerigo- 
 Vespucci, and told us to be very careful of our 
 accentuation. 
 
 Town Cle7'k. Your ladyship demonstrates the antiquity 
 of yourself and friends : nothing is earlier than an 
 early pronunciation. I will instruct our town-crier 
 that the Americans are arrived. 
 
 Brewster. And to say that, if they hear not Priscilla 
 and Prosody, and if they be scant of the art of 
 scansion, they can pronounce the word as they 
 please. As for scholarship, we have one George 
 Herbert on our side, who did declare that 
 Religion, then, shall to America flee : 
 They have their seasons of gospel even as we. 
 Indeed, Mr. Mayor, that we may turn from literary 
 trifling to your questionings, we went westward in 
 the bonds of the gospel, carrying the same and 
 with endeavour to realise it more carefully. Our 
 model in this was the Scriptures of the New Testa- 
 ment, which advise as to carry the good news to 
 every creature (which aimed half the Church- 
 arrows westward from the first), and at the same 
 time to see to it that we abode in that which 
 we had from the beginning (thus ensuring to us 
 an abiding in the Father and in the Son, and 
 in the primitive doctrines and practices of the 
 Church). 
 
 Mayor. Ye might have stayed in England, without 
 
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 flitting first East and then West, like frightened 
 birds whose own nest pleaseth them not. 
 
 Bradford. Your honour, our nest was disturbed, and 
 the eo-as we were incubatino; were broken from 
 without instead of hatched from within. When 
 we meditated upon a purer life, we heard an 
 Oracle which said to us, " Where two or three are 
 gathered in my name, there am I," and when we 
 attempted to obey the same, and test the validity 
 of the Divine Word, we found the sacred text 
 erased, and the word rewritten so as to read, 
 Where two or three are gathered in my name, 
 There is the Policeman in the midst of them. 
 And we suffered much from sheriffs men and 
 bishops' poursuivants, and Star Chambers, and 
 fines and malevolence. Indeed, it was not one 
 officer of justice but many, and all kinds of in- 
 formers to boot : behind them stood the bishops 
 as judges, and the King who vowed he would 
 harry us out of the land, and then persecuted us in 
 our efforts to go thence. 
 
 Mayor. You will find we have reformed all that very 
 indifferently. 
 
 Town Clerk. Nowadays we prefer a man who is of an 
 opposite party to our own, and give him prominence. 
 We can instruct you in the art of Coalition. 
 
 Brewster. We did not come seeking instruction in a 
 subject where we have all graduated sujnma cum 
 laude. 
 
 Mayor. Did you not consider. Sir Scholar, that bishops 
 were of the esse of the Church, and of its bene esse ? 
 
 Brewster. Neither of the esse, nor, in our days, the 
 bene esse. Fines, Racks, Pillories, Gibbets, and Im- 
 prisonments can never be of the bene esse of the 
 
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 Church that inflicts them, however they may be of 
 the bene esse of the Church that suffers them. 
 We went East and we went West finding reHgious 
 liberty first, and civil liberty, its twin brother, that 
 followed him. 
 Mayor. Well ! Well ! my good friends, you teach us 
 good lessons, and, as I understand, by the simple 
 process of painting the planet red with your 
 doctrine (one half of it at least) you have proved 
 that the Church is older than the bishops, and was 
 before them, and can be without them. But did 
 you carry out the quest for liberty on your own 
 behalf, or in behalf of others also ? For I hear it 
 said that you did not leave unstained what there 
 you found, freedom to worship God. 
 , Bradford. We are not here wholly to dispute your 
 criticism, Mr. Mayor. Penitence attends our joy, 
 and there is always added joy, in heaven or earth, 
 over penitence. Yet it must be said that we of 
 Plymouth Colony were not such sinners as to call 
 down upon us a very high tower of judgment. 
 Mayor. But did you not hang Quakers and burn or 
 hang witches ? Such things as are highly dis- 
 approved of here, for we are all firmly persuaded 
 that witches do not exist (except such as Sir Oliver 
 Lodge doth trifle with, and him we venture not to 
 judge, for he hath a retort which, if not quarrelsome, 
 is quick) ; while for the Quakers, we find them the 
 best of men so long as they keep to their proper 
 business, which is money-making, and do not m- 
 trude into politics, and resist our authority. 
 Town Clerk {aside to Mayor). Your honour, the ice 
 
 is a bit thin just there. 
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 Colony, I can remember but two : for the rest, you 
 must go to Salem and to Boston. Of these two, 
 I believe we exposed the falseness and the fal- 
 laciousness of both the prosecutions. One woman 
 charged another with witchcraft, and said the witch 
 had appeared to her in the form of a bear. Where- 
 upon the Court did pertinently enquire " What kind 
 of tayle the bear did carry " that they might judge 
 her tale by the other's tail. And when she said 
 "That I wot not of," we were persuaded that she 
 was a deceiver, and should herself have the whipping 
 which she designed for the other ; whereupon she 
 did handsomely confess her fault and we released 
 her. 
 
 Mayor. I should have sent her to the Assizes. 
 
 Bi'adford. Belike she would have guessed that and 
 would not have repented. The end of legal en- 
 quiry is not the infliction of penalty, Mr. Mayor, 
 but the exposure of lying and the reformation of 
 the criminal. 
 
 Mayor. You had with you from time to time some 
 unpleasant Anabaptists, as well as certain Quakers 
 who did not abide by their craft of money-making ? 
 
 Bradford. Indeed, Mr. Mayor, to continue my tale of 
 woe, we did once beat a Baptist, and entered it in 
 the charge sheet that he was beaten for rudeness, 
 not for his sacramental blasphemy. And we coun- 
 selled one or two to move further away from us 
 in the interests of Christian Unity. One Roger 
 Williams, a great Anabaptist, who founded the 
 State of Rhode Island, did come to us for a time : 
 but we did not treat him unhandsomely, whom no 
 serious or enlightened man could fail to love, but 
 sent him across the river. 
 
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 Mayor. And for the rest of whom we hear ? 
 
 Bradford. For the rest — Plymouth is not New Eng- 
 land : and New England is long ago as penitent 
 as Plymouth. 
 
 Mayor. Do you remember the warning which our 
 wise King James uttered (wisest of all our kings 
 since Solomon, yet I would not be extreme in 
 praise of royalty as an intellectual institution) that 
 if there were no bishop there would be no king ? 
 
 Bradford. Indeed, and he that said it was a prophet of 
 the first order, one of them whose fire burns in their 
 own bones. The prophet is surest when he stands 
 for his own altar and hearth-stone. 
 
 Mayor. Then is royalty not of the essence of a 
 Kingdom ? 
 
 Bradford. Of a Kingdom indeed, but not of a State. 
 
 Mayor. Not of the esse of a State ? 
 
 Bradford. Nor, in our days, if of the esse of the State 
 was it of the bene esse. Here again we have 
 proved it by painting the Western World king- 
 less. 
 
 Mayor. But I heard you say that you had brought 
 sundry kings and kinglets with you ? 
 
 Bradford. You shall see them for yourself, Mr. 
 Mayor, and applaud our king-makers. Here is 
 one, George Washington, of the old Virginia 
 Stock. A sturdy kinglet ! Can you produce his 
 like by mere inheritance? 
 
 Town Clerk. Let me introduce him, Mr. Mayor. This 
 is George Washington, who could not tell a lie, by 
 which you may see he was not a Stuart. This is 
 he that once flung a dollar across the broad Potomac 
 River, 
 
 Brewster. To me it seemeth that this tale belongeth 
 
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 to the order of legends. Doth not the Greek poet 
 Simonides, tell of one that excelled all the other 
 young men, in that he cast his javelin from lolchus, 
 rich in vines, across the eddying river Anaurus. 
 Verily we have here the source of the myth dis- 
 closed to us. 
 
 Town Clerk. I tell the tale as it was told to me, and 
 will stand by it till the Anaurus and the Potomac 
 are both run dry. 
 
 Brewster. Thou hast given thyself away, Mr. Town 
 Clerk ; for this name Potomac answereth to the 
 Greek word Potamos, which denoteth a river- 
 Wherefore the Grecian origin of the tale is dis- 
 closed. 
 
 Town Clerk. Saving thy reverence, thou art one of 
 them that are called Higher Critics, who when 
 they have traced a sequence of events, report that 
 all but the first did not occur, and the first — did 
 not happen. Let us have nothing to do with such 
 scepticism. Every child in America knoweth that 
 he hurled the dollar across the stream : and see ! 
 himself doth not deny it. 
 
 Priscilla Alden. Ah ! A dollar went further in them 
 days than it does now ! 
 
 Town Clerk. Later on, his arm was stronger grown 
 and his aim more certain, and he flung a sovereign 
 across the Atlantic. 
 
 Mayor. Mr. Town Clerk, our people do not under- 
 stand these references : but we understand that 
 Mr. Washington is an exponent of civil and re- 
 ligious liberty, and one that has, almost as cer- 
 tainly as ourselves, embraced the principle of 
 toleration : toleration, a blessed word, meaning 
 that by which a man is, or may be tolerated, the 
 
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 stronger bearing the infirmities of the weaker, 
 when the weaker is not so infirm as to be negli- 
 gible ; and the wiser listening patiently to the 
 foolish, if he has aught to say for himself, and 
 tolerantly having the last word with him. A 
 blessed plant, Toleration : of slow growth in the 
 West, as I hear, but now happily rooted ; and 
 amongst ourselves a stately tree, under whose 
 branches the foul thing-s of the air— I mean fowls 
 of the air, take refuge. 
 
 Brewster. Peradventure there be some that think it to 
 be a hateful word, Mr. Mayor, and not fit for 
 a Christian's vocabulary. I suggest, Mr. Mayor, 
 that we ask Georgce Washin2:ton to read us a letter 
 which he wrote to the Jews at Newport in the 
 State of Rhode Island, where they had found 
 shelter and sanctuary. 
 
 Mayor. Fellow Citizens, I introduce to you George 
 Washington and a state paper of his. 
 
 Washington. My reply to the congratulations of cer- 
 tain Jews was written in the year 1790, some four- 
 teen years after we had accomplished our Colonial 
 independence. May it prove a happy omen for 
 days of peace when Wars are terminate. 
 
 "To THE Hebrew Congregation in Newport, Rhode 
 
 Island. 
 
 " Gentlemen, 
 
 " While I receive with much satisfaction your 
 Address replete with expressions of affection and es- 
 teem ; I rejoice in the opportunity of assuring you that 
 I shall always retain a grateful remembrance of the 
 cordial welcome I experienced in my visit to Newport^ 
 from all classes of Citizens. 
 
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 " The reflection on the days and difficulties which are 
 passed is rendered more sweet from a consciousness that 
 they are succeeded by days of uncommon prosperity 
 and security. If we have wisdom to make the best use 
 of the advantages with which we are favoured, we 
 cannot fail, under the just administration of a good 
 Government, to become a great and a happy people. 
 
 " The Citizens of the United States of America have 
 a right to applaud themselves for having given to man- 
 kind examples of an enlarged and liberal policy : a 
 policy worthy of imitation. All possess alike liberty of 
 conscience and immunities of citizenship. It is now no 
 more that toleration is spoken of as if by the indulgence 
 of one class of people that another enjoyed the exercise 
 of their inherent natural rights. For happily the 
 Government of the United States, which gives to 
 bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance, re- 
 quires only that they who live under its protection 
 should demean themselves as good citizens, in giving it 
 on all occasions their affectionate support. 
 
 "It would be inconsistent with the frankness of my 
 character not to avow that I am pleased with your 
 favourable opinion of my administration, and fervent 
 wishes for my felicity. May the Children of the Stock 
 of Abraham, who dwell in this land, continue to merit 
 and enjoy the good will of the other inhabitants, while 
 everyone shall sit in safety under his own vine and fig- 
 tree, and there shall be none to make him afraid. May 
 -the Father of all Mercies scatter Ho:ht and not darkness 
 in our paths, and make us all in our several vocations 
 useful here, and in his own due time and way everlast- 
 ingly happy. 
 
 " G. Washington." 
 
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 Brewster. Perhaps it sounds strange to you at least, 
 Mr. Mayor, to see the tide of democracy running 
 so strong ; but I can assure you that the ideas, 
 which we have incorporated in our common life 
 and lot, are spiritual ideas, and that we learned 
 them (outside of the Scriptures of Truth), on the 
 one hand, from thinkers who saw in what direction 
 nations must tend, and on .the other, from active 
 men, who confirmed the great thoughts in an un- 
 dying struggle to realise them. 
 
 Mayor. I understand that you have been in Holland, 
 my good friend, and Holland is at once the cradle 
 and the fortress of freedom : but how amongst 
 spiritual thinkers the idea of democracy, whether 
 civil or ecclesiastical, first emerged, I have not wit 
 to say. 
 
 Brewster. My own family, Mr. Mayor, was in con- 
 tact with the liberals of the Virginia Company, 
 amongst whom Sir Edwin Sandys was one of our 
 fast friends. He and others sat at the feet of the 
 "judicious Hooker," and it was from him that they 
 learned that Governments exist for the sake of the 
 governed and by consent of the governed. I n that 
 sense it was Hooker that first landed upon Ply- 
 mouth Rock. 
 
 Mistress Chilton. I was his outward and visible in- 
 carnation. 
 
 Mayor. Hooker wrote and ye translated him. His 
 word became in due time, your action. 
 
 Standish. Mr. Mayor, I have not looked over the 
 Western Map to see if any place is named after 
 Hooker, but if such there be, it is no long journey 
 from Hooker-Town to Washington. 
 
 Mayor. Our Dutch friends, at all events, carried action 
 
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 to the last ditch in a land of ditches, and almost 
 died there. 
 Bradford. The democracy for which one would not 
 dare to be imprisoned or to die, is not the true 
 metal. I think, Mr. Mayor, if you were to intro- 
 duce Abraham Lincoln to our company, he could 
 say some salutary things to us. He is no fair- 
 weather pilot, nor one that would sneak back to a 
 snug harbour, like the Captain of the " Speedwell," 
 who brought us down the Channel. He ever went 
 through to the land that he saw ahead on the other 
 side. 
 Mayor. Mr. Lincoln, you know something about hard 
 knocks, you have a right to tell us some hard 
 truths. Look round over the battle-fields of 
 freedom, from Thermopylae and Marathon to 
 Gettysburg, and tell us your inmost thoughts of 
 them. The world is one cemetery to-day. Do 
 you consecrate it. 
 Lincoln. Our fathers brought forth on the western 
 continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and 
 dedicated to the proposition that all men are created 
 equal. Now we are engaged in testing whether 
 that nation or any nation so conceived and so 
 dedicated, can long endure. We are met on the 
 great battle-field of that war. We have come to 
 dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting- 
 place for those who here gave their lives that that 
 nation might live. It is altogether fitting and 
 proper that we should do this. But, in a larger 
 sense, we cannot dedicate — we cannot consecrate 
 — we cannot hallow — this ground. The brave 
 men, living and dead, who struggled here have 
 consecrated it far above our poor power to add or 
 
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 to detract. The world will little note nor long- 
 remember what we say here, but it can never 
 forget what they did here. It is for us, the living", 
 rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work 
 which they who fought here have thus far so nobly 
 advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated 
 to the great task remaining before us — that from 
 these honoured dead we take increased devotion to 
 that cause for which they gave the last full measure 
 of devotion ; that we here highly resolve that these 
 dead shall not have died in vain ; that this nation, 
 under God, shall have a new birth of freedom ; and 
 that government of the people, by the people, for 
 the people, shall not perish from the earth. 
 
 Bradford. We have learned from a good teacher to 
 beware of Scribes and Pharisees who sit in Moses' 
 seat, and climb up ofttimes into that of the 
 Messiah ; but not all who sit in historic thrones 
 are of that order. Nature herself demanded that 
 Lincoln should sit down in Washington's chair ; 
 and after Lincoln comes one as worthy as he. 
 Let us hear a word from Woodrow Wilson, the 
 man whom a great storm found rightly at the helm 
 of the State. 
 
 Mayor. Mr. Wilson, it seems to me that in one point 
 you are far beyond your predecessors. Their first 
 care was negative, to avoid entangling alliances 
 and to justify the bitter and estranging sea. Your 
 care has been to see that liberty was not caught in 
 an entangling net of hostility, and to avoid that 
 disaster, even the Atlantic with its proprietary rights 
 of alienation was obliged to subside and retire. 
 
 Wilson. I can only repeat to this company what I 
 have said before and said often. 
 
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 We have been struggling for the ideals of our 
 own lands, great ideals, immortal ideals, which 
 shall light the way for all men to places where 
 justice is done and men live with lifted heads 
 and emancipated spirits. That is the reason for 
 our solemn and invincible joy. Let us make this, 
 therefore, a day of fresh comprehension of what 
 we are engaged upon, a day of renewed and clear- 
 eyed resolution, a day of consecration in which we 
 devote ourselves without pause or limit to the 
 great task of setting our own countries and the 
 whole world free to render justice to all, and of 
 making it impossible for small groups of political 
 rulers anywhere to disturb our peace or the peace 
 of the world, or in any way to make tools and 
 puppets of those upon whose consent and upon 
 whose powers their own authority and their very 
 existence depends. We are comrades dependent 
 upon one another, irresistible when united, power- 
 less when divided, and so we join hands to lead 
 the world to a new and better day. 
 
 Bradford. There is also one William Penn with us ; 
 of whom I spake. His words are Wilson's and 
 Wilson's are his. He hath new thousfhts for the 
 Government and for the pacification of the world. 
 
 Mayor. Mr. Penn, we would fain hear from you first 
 the thoughts that have occupied your fancy. 
 
 Penn. I have showed the Desirableness of Peace ; 
 and the truest means of it, to wit. Justice, not War. 
 And that this Justice was the fruit of Government, 
 as Government itself was the Result of Society ; 
 which first came from a Reasonable Desitrn in Men 
 of Peace. Now if the Sovereign Princes of Europe 
 who represent the Society, or Independent State 
 
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 of men that was previous to the obligations of 
 Society, would, for the same reason that first 
 engaged Men into Society, viz.. Love of Peace 
 and Order, agree to meet by their Stated Deputies 
 in a general Diet, Estates, or Parliament, and there 
 establish Rules of Justice for Sovereign Princes to 
 observe one to another and thus to meet yearly, 
 or once in two or three years at farthest, or as they 
 shall see Cause, and to be styled, the Sovereign or 
 Imperial Dyet, Parliament, or State of Europe, 
 before which Sovereign Assembly should be brought 
 all Difference depending between one Sovereign 
 and another, that cannot be made up by private 
 Embassies, before the Sessions begin ; and that if 
 any of the Sovereignties that constitute these Im- 
 perial States, shall refuse to submit their Claims or 
 Pretensions to them, or to abide or perform the 
 Judgment thereof, and seek their Remedy by 
 Arms, or delay their compliance beyond the Time 
 prefixed in their Resolutions, all the other Sove- 
 reignties, United as One Strength, shall compel 
 the Submisslonal Performance, with Damages to 
 the Suffering Party, and charges to the Sove- 
 reignties that obliged their Submission ; to be sure 
 Europe would quietly obtain the so much desired 
 and needed peace, to her harassed Inhabitants ; no 
 Sovereignty in Europe having the Power, and 
 therefore cannot show the Will to dispute the Con- 
 clusion : and consequently Peace would be pro- 
 cured, and continued in Europe. 
 
 Mayor. Mr. Wilson, you have something to say on 
 the concert of peoples as an outcome and an end 
 of war. 
 
 Wilson. It is a fearful thing, Mr. Mayor, to lead a 
 
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 great and peaceful people into war : but right is 
 more precious than peace, and if we fight, we fight 
 for those things that are nearest to our hearts, for 
 democracy, for the right of those that submit to 
 authority to have a voice in their own government, 
 for the rights and liberties of small nations, for the 
 universal dominion of right by such a concert of 
 free peoples as will bring peace and safety to all 
 nations, and make the world itself at last free. 
 
 Mayor. You will put a great many people out of em- 
 ployment, Mr. Penn, if you remove finally the 
 causes of war. 
 
 Penn. We shall have the more merchants and husband- 
 men, or Ingeniuous Naturalists, if the Govern- 
 ment be but anything solicitous of the Education 
 of their Youth ; which, next to the present and 
 immediate happiness of any country, ought, of all 
 things, to be the Care and Skill of the Govern- 
 ment. 
 
 Mayor. And you will put a good many War Offices 
 and military buildings out of use. 
 
 Penn. Only to put them into use again : for if swords 
 may be prophetically turned into ploughshares, and 
 spears into pruning-hooks, and no good metal lost 
 thereby, why should not Citadels become Acad- 
 emies, and Barracks Halls of Residence ? 
 
 Brewster. There is one Master Sheppard with us, 
 a godly person, but of too weak a voice to be heard 
 far afield. He whispereth to me that within eight 
 years of the building of Boston, and within twenty 
 years of the landing on Plymouth Rock, the foun- 
 dations of Harvard College were well and truly laid. 
 
 Mayor. Then there is hope for Old Boston and for 
 Old Plymouth also that they may arise and shine. 
 
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 Toitm Clerk. Mr. Mayor, there is a man arrived who 
 craveth audience of yourself and of this company. 
 He is a venerable person, yet, according to the 
 anachronism of these days, he seemeth not to be 
 old. He hath somewhat of a light in his eyes, and 
 I fear me he may be dangerous. 
 
 Mayor. Bid him approach and first demand his name. 
 
 Town Clerk. He saith that he is Robinson of Leyden, 
 and promiseth that his speech shall be brief. 
 
 Mayor. Let him approach, and give him reverence. 
 Enter Robinson. {All except William Penn re- 
 move their hats.) He looks round upon the 
 Pilgrims solemnly and lovingly, and then, lift- 
 ing up his hands, declares : — 
 
 Robinson. My children, God hath yet more light to 
 break forth from His word. 
 
 All. Amen ! Amen. 
 
 Robinson. My children, do not attempt the portal of 
 the Puture with the blood-rusted Key of the Past. 
 
 All. Amen ! Amen ! 
 
 Mayor, after a pause. We have a trifling, foolish ban- 
 quet forward. 
 
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