ame to England a Lutheran, and
died a Papist. King Philip went to Flanders on the 5th of July; on the
14th of August came news of the great victory of Saint Quentin, which
the King had won there; and the next day there were great thanksgivings
and rejoicings over all the City. And on the 20th of October died Mary
Countess of Arundel, at Arundel House; she was cousin of Philippa
Basset, and when she was Countess of Sussex, Isoult had lived for some
time in her house with Anne Basset.

A fortnight previous, London was requested to rejoice again, for peace
was concluded with the Pope.

"Verily," said Dr Thorpe, "this is a marvellous thing, to bid us
rejoice, and to give us cause for mourning."

"Marry," responded Mr Ferris, "for me, when the war brake forth, I sang
the _Te Deum_ under my breath; now will I clothe me in sackcloth under
my raiment, and so shall I have both sorrowed and rejoiced, and none can
grudge against me."

The year 1557 closed heavily. The burnings went on, but they were
chiefly of poor men and women: sometimes, but not often, of children or
girls. On the 12th of December a Gospellers' meeting was dispersed, and
many taken by the Sheriff; but no friends of the Averys. All this time
Mr Holland, with his wife and child, were at his father's house in
Lancashire, and Mr Underhill with his household at Coventry. Isoult's
last entry in her diary for this year ran as follows:--

"Austin came yesterday, to tell us my Lady of Suffolk and Mr Bertie did
quit Germany, where they had refuged, in April last, and be now safe in
Poland, at a town called Crossen, and the King's Grace of Poland hath
set Mr Bertie over a province of his. I am glad to hear this. They
had, nathless, many and great troubles in their journey, but sith 'tis
all over, it is not worth grieving for.

"Ah, faithless heart and foolish! and will not all troubles be so, when
the last mile of the journey cometh? Yea, may we not find we had most
cause to thank God for the roughest parts of the way? So saith my sense
and judgment: yet for all this will mine heart keep crying out, and will
not be silent. O Robin, Robin! an other year!"

The Gospellers never entered on any year with heavier hearts than on the
year 1558. The year of all the century! the year that was to close so
gloriously--to go out with trumpets, and bells, and bonfires, and _Te
Deums_, and all England in a wild ferment of delight and thanksgiving!
And how often do w