and other occasions, but
they were deemed insufficient to neutralize his guilt; yet, in
consideration of those services, they forbore to inflict any severe
punishment. The sentence of the Council was, that both the Knight and
lady should be sent back to England in the next ship, and forbidden to
return.
"All England shall ring with the report of your injustice," cried Sir
Christopher, when the decision was announced. "Ye do yourselves more
wrong than me, and the time will come when ye shall hang your heads
with shame for the deed. Ye have power, it is true, to extrude me from
this new world, but my presence will be a bane to you in the old. I go
with solemn protest against your violence."
"Enough," said Winthrop, rising with dignity, "of threats which we
notice not, because we are above them. The men who are founding an
empire, whose future extent and power human sagacity cannot limit, and
who, for the sake of present liberty of thought and action, and of
prospective blessings for their descendants, have renounced and count
as naught the vanities of this world, fear no arm of flesh. Their
shield is the Lord of Hosts. This Council is dissolved."
CHAPTER XXXVI.
"To feel that we adore
With such refined excess,
That though the heart would burst with more,
We could not live with less."
MOORE.
Fair rose the morn of the day which was to unite the destinies of
Miles Arundel and of Eveline Dunning, as if to make some amends for
the clouds which had attended the progress of their affection.
With a tear in her eye, and smiles in the dimples of her plump cheeks,
Dame Spikeman looked on the adorning of the lady for the marriage
ceremony, by the cunning fingers of Prudence Rix. She thought, as she
gazed on the fair, young face, of her own maiden beauty, of the timid
happiness that palpitated in her bosom on her wedding-day, of the
dress that heightened her charms, and (shall I so soon acknowledge
it?) of what would be becoming for herself on a like occasion, wherein
she was to bear a principal part, and the too-fascinating Master Prout
another. Let not the solemn pretender to decorum, who, in proportion
to his demureness, is apt to be worse than others, with owlish visage
quote, "frailty, thy name is woman," or, "e'er those shoes were old,"
or whatever musty apothegms besides, as stale and senseless. The name
of Frailty is no more woman than man, and old shoes have no business
at weddings. Stan
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