Her shrill voice rose high and piercing, and she invoked Heaven to bless the work of those who would endure all things rather than spill human blood.
But the people had heard something too much of this peaceful gospel.

For long they had upheld the policy of non-resistance.

They had their shops, their farms, their merchandise; they were prosperous and phlegmatic, more interested in local than in national issues.

They had been content to be preached at by the Quakers, and to give passive adhesion to their policy; but the hour of awakening had come.

The agonized cries of those who looked to them for aid had pierced their ears too often to be ignored.
Humanity itself must rise in answer to such an appeal.