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William Penn
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William Penn : Truth exalted; in a short, but sure, testimony against those religions, faiths and worships that have been formed and followed in the darkness of apostacy
'and after supper to read a ridiculous nonsensical book set out by Will Pen for the Quakers; but so full of nothing but nonsense that I was ashamed to read in it.'
Century: 1600-1699 Reader/Listener/Group: Samuel Pepys Print: Book
William Penn : The sandy foundation shaken: or, Those so generally believed and applauded doctrines, of one God, subsisting in three distinct and separate persons, the impossibility of God's pardoning sinners, without a plenary satisfaction, ...
'and so home, and there Pelling hath got me W. Pen's book against the Trinity; I got my wife to read it to me, and I find it so well writ, as I think it too good for him ever to have writ it - and it is a serious sort of book, and not fit for everybody to read.'
Century: 1600-1699 Reader/Listener/Group: Elizabeth Pepys Print: Book
William Penn : Fruits of Solitude
[On blank recto flyleaf at the beginning of the volume:] 'My Dear Brown,/ Here it is, with the mark of a San Francisco BOUQUINISTE. And if ever in all my "human conduct" I have done a better thing to any fellow-creature than handing on to you this sweet, dignified, and wholesome book, I know I shall hear of it on the last day. To write a book like this were impossible; at least one can hand it on − with a wrench − one to another. My wife cries out and my own heart misgives me, but still here it is. I could scarcely better prove myself − Yours affectionately, R.L. Stevenson. [Later, placed on a blank recto page facing p.166, i.e. the last page of Fruits of Solitude and before Fruits of a Father’s Love:] My Dear Brown, / I hope if you get this far, you will know what an invaluable present I have made you. Even the copy was dear to me, printed in the colony that Penn established and carried in my pocket all about San Francisco streets, read in street cars and ferry boats, when I was sick unto death, and found in all times a peaceful and sweet companion. But I hope, when you shall have reached this note, my gift will not have been in vain; for while just now we are so busy and intelligent, there is not the man living, no, nor recently dead, that could have put, with so lovely a spirit, so much honest, kind wisdom into words. / R.L.S.'