"Roger Williams," said Grandfather, "did not keep possession of the chair a great while.

His opinions of civil and religious matters differed, in many respects, from those of the rulers and clergymen of Massachusetts.
Now the wise men of those days believed, that the country could not be safe, unless all the inhabitants thought and felt alike." "Does any body believe so in our days Grandfather ?" asked Laurence.
"Possibly there are some who believe it," said Grandfather; "but they have not so much power to act upon their belief, as the magistrates and ministers had, in the days of Roger Williams.

They had the power to deprive this good man of his home, and to send him out from the midst of them, in search of a new place of rest.

He was banished in 1634, and went first to Plymouth colony; but as the people there held the same opinions as those of Massachusetts, he was not suffered to remain among them.
However, the wilderness was wide enough; so Roger Williams took his staff and travelled into the forest, and made treaties with the Indians, and began a plantation which he called Providence." "I have been to Providence on the railroad," said Charley.

"It is but a two hours' ride." "Yes, Charley," replied Grandfather; "but when Roger Williams travelled thither, over hills and valleys, and through the tangled woods, and across swamps and streams, it was a journey of several days.