th, 1168, and was succeeded by
the King's natural son, Geoffrey Plantagenet, a child of only nine years
of age. Such were the irregularities in the "apostolical succession"
during the "ages of faith!"

Note 3. Even Wycliffe taught that no man could know whether he were
elected to salvation or not.

Note 4. The Blue Boar in Saint Aldate's Street really belongs to a
later date than this.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

REUNITED.

"With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And ay the dews of sorrow
Were lustred with His love:
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land."

Mrs Cousins.

It was a very tiny house in Tower Street, at the corner of Mark Lane.
There were but two rooms--above and below, as in Isel's house, but these
were smaller than hers, and the lower chamber was made smaller still by
a panel screen dividing it in two unequal parts.

The front division, which was a very little one, was a jeweller's shop;
the back was larger, and was the family living-room. In it to-night the
family were sitting, for business hours were over, and the shop was
closed.

The family had a singular appearance. It consisted of four persons, and
these were derived from three orders of the animate creation. Two were
human. The third was an aged starling, for whose convenience a wicker
cage hung in one corner; but the owner was hopping in perfect freedom
about the hearth, and occasionally varying that exercise by pausing to
give a mischievous peck to the tail of the fourth, a very large white
and tan dog. The dog appeared so familiarised with this treatment as
scarcely to notice it, unless the starling gave a harder peck than
usual, when he merely moved his tail out of its way, accompanying the
action in specially severe cases by the most subdued of growls, an
action which seemed to afford great amusement to that impertinent and
irrepressible fowl.

The relationship of the human inhabitants of the little chamber would
not have been easy to guess. The elder, seated on a cushioned bench by
the fire, was one whose apparent age was forty or perhaps rather more.
She was a woman of extremely dark complexion, her hair jet-black, her
eyes scarcely lighter--a woman who had once been very handsome, and
whose lost youth and beauty now and then seemed to flash back into her
face, when eagerness, anger, or any ot