heart, when God taketh His rod in hand, He meaneth
us to feel it. Methinks a man that can speak to one in such trouble as
Mrs Rose, as Father Carter hath spoken, hath not himself known neither
much love, neither much sorrow, neither much of God."

Bishop Ferrar was burnt in Wales on the 30th of March. Soon after this,
the Queen declared her intention of restoring all the suppressed lands
to the Church; nor was she content with that, but plainly intimated that
she desired her nobles to follow where she had paved the way. The old
Earl of Bedford had but lately died--he who said that he held his sweet
Abbey of Woburn worth more than all the fatherly counsels, that could
come from Rome; but comparatively few of the Lords followed her Majesty
in this matter.

On the 4th of April, the Queen took her chamber at Hampton Court. The
Papists made great rejoicing over the young master for whom they hoped,
but the Gospellers were very sorrowful, seeing that he would take
precedence of the Lady Elizabeth, in whom after God was all their hope;
and also that he would unquestionably be brought up a Papist. During
the last evening in April came news that a Prince was born, and through
all London there were ringing of bells and bonfires. But the next day
came contrary tidings. God had written next upon the Crown of England
the name of Queen Elizabeth, and no power less than His own could change
that label.

Early in May, Isoult went alone to market, which was not her custom; and
coming back along Cornhill, she suddenly heard a voice say,--"Is it not
Mrs Barry?"

Wondering who could thus recognise her who was not also aware of her
marriage, she looked up into the face of a handsome, courtly gentleman,
splendidly apparelled.

"Sir," said she, "I pray you of your pardon; I am Isoult Barry, but I am
not so fortunate as to know your name."

"Do you not so?" replied he, and he smiled.

And when he smiled, Isoult thought she knew him.

"Is it Mr James Basset?" said she.

"Truly so," answered he; "and I am very glad of thus meeting you. I cry
you mercy for wrongly naming you, but in very deed I have forgot your
present name. Dwell you hereabout?"

Isoult told him her name, and that she lived near London, yet not in the
City; but she did not give her exact address.

"I trust we may be better acquainted," said he, "and that I may find in
you (as I cast no doubt) a woman faithful unto God and the Queen's
Grace."

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