ered him her
house and the revenue attached to it, with such a warmth of
affection, (if we may judge of love by its demonstrations,) that
any sound mathematician would say there was, between that lady and
Perez, an astrological sympathy.'"

His restless spirit of intrigue, and perhaps a nascent desire, provoked
by altered circumstances, of reciprocal vengeance against Philip,
hurried Perez from the tranquil seclusion of Bearn to the busy camp of
Henry IV. After a long conference, he was sent to England by that
monarch, who calculated on his services being usefully available with
Queen Elizabeth in the common enterprise against Spain. Then it was that
he formed his intimate acquaintance with the celebrated Francis Bacon,
in whose company we first introduced him to our readers, and with many
other individuals of eminence and note.

"It was during the leisure of this his first residence in London
that Perez published, in the summer of 1594, his _Relaciones_,
under the imaginary name of _Raphael Peregrino_; which, far from
concealing the real author, in reality designated him by the
allusion to his wandering life. This account of his adventures,
composed with infinite art, was calculated to render his ungrateful
and relentless persecutor still more odious, and to draw towards
himself more benevolence and compassion. He sent copies of it to
Burghley, to Lady Rich, sister of the Earl of Essex, to Lords
Southampton, Montjoy, and Harris, to Sir Robert Sidney, Sir Henry
Unton, and many other personages of the English court, accompanying
them with letters gracefully written and melancholy in spirit. The
one which he confided to the patronage of the Earl of Essex was at
once touching and flattering:--'Raphael Peregrino,' said he, 'the
author of this book, has charged me to present it to your
Excellency. Your Excellency is obliged to protect him, since he
recommends himself to you. He must know that he wants a godfather,
since he chooses such as you. Perhaps he trusted to his name,
knowing that your Excellency is the support of the pilgrims of
fortune.'"

The dagger of the assassin continued to track his wanderings. And it is,
probably, not commonly known, that upon one of the city gates of London,
near St Paul's, there might be seen, in 1594, the heads of two Irishmen,
executed as accomplices in a plot for the