s house
to receive the prisoner. To them Sir Christopher was delivered by
Bradford, who, at the same time, handed them a letter for Winthrop.

Upon the departure of one whose presence had imparted so much
pleasure; from whom no unguarded word of censure or impatience had
escaped, and who had revealed a mind adorned with such rich stores of
culture, the scholastic Bradford sought his study, a small room, or
closet, well supplied with books, to meditate on what had happened and
to pursue his studies. Absorbed in his books, hours passed away
unheeded, and he remarked not the opening of the door and entrance of
a serving-man, who, seeing his master engaged, waited respectfully
until he should be noticed. At length Bradford looked up and demanded
his business.

"This," said the man, "was found in the chamber of Sir Christopher
Gardiner." So saying, he handed to the Governor a small leathern
pocket-book, such as were used for making memoranda, and withdrew.

Bradford, on being left alone, turned the book several times in his
hand with a doubting air, then placing it at a little distance before
him, leaned his head on his elbow, and began to muse.

"_Publico utilitati cedet jus privatum_," he said at last aloud, and
opened the book. He had hardly glanced his eyes at the page, when they
lighted up, and he seemed to read with intense interest.

"Ha!" he exclaimed, after reading through several leaves: "was ever
man worse deceived? Here have I been harboring in my house and taking
to my bosom a concealed Papist, as this writing sufficiently
discloses. Nor yet a born Papist either, laboring under a delusion
sucked in with mother's milk, but a recreant Protestant, a voluntary
seeker after error; for here are written down the memorial of his
shame, the very time and place where and when he struck hands with
Anti-Christ, the name of the university where he assumed the scapula,
as the blinded errorists call two woollen bands, the one crossing the
breast and the other the back, one of those ridiculous mummeries
whereby, with other devices and unseemly grimaces, they have contrived
to bring the cross itself of the Redeemer into disrespect, and the
degrees in superstition taken by this wretched backslider. Woe is me!
How can the arch-deceiver assume the form of an angel of light! Yet is
here no name written. The memorandum may refer to some-one else. But
that cannot be. Himself is meant. Why should he carry about with him a
note of