The man seemed embarrassed, but smiled as he answered, “Why, sir, you certainly fill the throne very respectably.”

There were several noblemen in the room, who seemed to be extremely amused by these unusual proceedings.

At a place called Jordans, about twenty-two miles from London, he visited the grave of William Penn.

In his journal, he says:  “The ground is surrounded by a neat hedge, and is kept in good order.  I picked some grass and moss from the graves of William Penn, Thomas Ellwood, and Isaac Pennington; and some ivy and holly from the hedge; which I intend to take with me to America, as a memorial of my visit.  I entered the meeting-house, and sat on the benches which had been occupied by George Fox, William Penn, and George Whitehead, in years long since passed away.  It brought those old Friends so distinctly before the view of my mind, that my heart was ready to exclaim, ’Surely this is no other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.’  I cannot describe my feelings.  The manly and majestic features of George Fox, and the mournful yet benevolent countenance of Isaac Pennington, seemed to rise before me.  But this is human weakness.  Those men bore the burthen and heat of their own day; they faithfully used the talents committed to their trust; and I doubt not they are now reaping the reward given to faithful servants.  It is permitted us to love their memories, but not to idolize them.  They could deliver neither son or daughter by their righteousness; but only their own souls.”

“In the great city of London everything tended to satisfy me that the state of our religious Society is generally very low.  A light was once kindled there, that illuminated distant lands.  As I walked the streets, I remembered the labors, the sufferings, and the final triumph of those illustrious sons of the morning, George Fox, George Whitehead, William Penn, and a host of others; men who loved not their lives in comparison with the holy cause of truth and righteousness, in which they were called to labor.  These worthies have been succeeded by a generation, who seem disposed to garnish the sepulchres of their fathers, and live upon the fruit of their labors, without submitting to the power of that Cross, which made them what they were.  There appears to me to be much formality and dryness among them; though there are a few who mourn, almost without hope, over the desolation that has been made by the world, the flesh, and the devil.”

There were many poor emigrants on board the merchant ship, in which Friend Hopper returned home.  He soon established friendly communication with them, and entered with sympathy into all their troubles.  He made frequent visits to the steerage during the long voyage, and always had something comforting and cheering to say to the poor souls.  There was a clergyman on board, who also wished to benefit them, but he approached them in an official way, to which