ve thine head, nor the winds beat around thee
and chill thee. God hath removed thee, His beautiful lily, from this
rude and barren moor, to that great garden of His Paradise, where thou
shall bloom for ever. `There shall in no wise enter into it any thing
that defileth--but they that are written in the Lamb's Book of Life.'"

So Isoult Avery wrote: but she did not hear until afterwards that Lady
Frances had not passed through the Marian persecution without suffering.
Her blood royal had not saved her. Only one child of her first
marriage was left; and on the 10th of March 1554, men--not God--took
that dearly-prized darling from her. The custody of the person and
marriage of Arthur Basset was granted to James Basset, his Popish uncle
[Rot. Parl., 1 Mary, part 7]. This is sufficient to indicate that the
Roman proclivities of Mr Monke and Lady Frances were at least doubtful.
The double death--of the Queen and James Basset--freed Arthur; and by
dint of hard riding night and day--he scarcely knew why--he reached
Devon just in time to kneel and receive the last blessing of that
beloved mother. She died two hours after her hand had rested on his
head. If the Queen's object had been to make Arthur Basset a Papist,
she scarcely succeeded in her aim.

This was the last sad entry in that volume of Isoult's diary. God did
help the Gospellers when the morning appeared; and the morning was
dawning now. There is a ringing of church-bells through all that was
written in England, throughout that happy year, 1559. New Year's Day
was the gladdest Sunday since the persecution began. For at Bow Church
Mr Carter ministered openly; and throughout London the Gospel and
Epistle were read in English. After the evening service was over, the
Averys received a visit from Annis and her husband; and before they had
sat and talked for ten minutes, who should follow them but Mr Underhill,
of whose return to London they had heard, but had not yet seen him.

"Is it not glorious?" were the first words he spoke. "We shall have the
English service next Sunday, and the service-book restored ere
February."

"What a leaper art thou," said John, laughing. "None that know thee
need ask wherefore men call thee the _Hot Gospeller_!"

"But can there be any other?" answered he.

"Why," said John, "wert thou King of England, by the name of Edward the
Seventh, I reckon we had had all ere November were fairly run out. But
the Queen is a little more