35; Lactantius l. 2.
Inst.; Clem., L. S ad Jacob.) Here are the "Fathers" condemning as
Pagan the reasoning of modern Papists.

Note 2. "Credit et defendit que in eucharistia sive altaris sacramento
verum et naturalem Christi corpus ac verus et naturalis Christi sanguis
sub speciebus panis et vini vere non est; et quod _ibi est materialis
panis et materiale vinum_ tantum absque veritati et presentia corporis
et sanguinis Christi."--Indictment of Reverend Lawrence Saunders,
January 30, 1555; Harl. MS. 421, folio 44.

"Tenes et defendes in prout quod in eucharistia sive sacramento altaris
verum naturalem et realem Christi corpus ac verus naturalis et realis
Christi sanguis sub speciebus panis et vini vere non est, sed _post
consecratione remanet substantia panis et vini_."--Indictment of
Reverend Thomas Rose, May 31, 1555; Harl. MS. 421, folio 188.

Note 3. There is the initial M on the pedestal of one or more of these
black Virgins, which of course the priests interpret as Mary. This is
certainly not the case. It has been suggested that it stands for Maia,
a name of the Tuscan goddess. May it not be the initial of Mylitta,
"the Mediatrix," one of the favourite names of the great original
goddess?

Note 4. See Hislop's _Two Babylons_, pages 22, 122, 491, et aliis; and
Shepheard's _Traditions of Eden_, page 117, note (where many references
are given), and page 188.

CHAPTER TEN.

COUNSEL'S OPINION.

"A cross of gold, of silver, or of wood,
Or of mean straw, hid in each shape of life;
Some trial working for eternal good,
Found in our outward state or inward strife."

"Bab! Art thou yonder?"

"Is it Jennet?"

"Ay. There's a gentlewoman i' th' bower to see thee."

"Nay,--a gentlewoman! Who can it be?"

"I've told thee all I know. Hoo [she] wanted Mistress Clare; and I said
hoo were down at th' parsonage; then hoo said, `Is Barbara Polwhele
here?' And I said, `Ay, hoo's come o'er to fot [fetch] somewhat for th'
young mistresses.' So hoo said, `Then I'll speak wi' her.' So I took
her to my Lady, for I see hoo were a gentlewoman; and hoo's i' th'
bower."

"I wis nought of her," said Barbara. "I never looked to see none here
that I know."

"Well, thou'd best go to her," decided Jennet Barbara hurried down, and
found an old silver-haired lady sitting with Lady Enville, and addressed
by her with marked deference.

"Well, Bab!" said the old lady, who was brisk enough for her years;