er right hand and the candle in her left, she
met a man--I believe he called himself a gentleman--named Edmund Tyrrel,
a relation of that Tyrrel who had been one of the murderers of poor
Edward the Fifth and his brother. Rose dropped a courtesy, as she had
been taught to do to her betters in social position.

Mr Tyrrel stopped her. "Look thou, maid! wilt thou advise thy father
and mother to be good Catholic people?"

Catholic means _general_; and for any one Church to call itself the
Catholic Church, is as much as to say that it is the only Christian
Church, and that other people who do not belong to it are not
Christians. It is, therefore, not only untrue, but most insulting to
all the Christians who belong to other Churches. Saint Paul
particularly warned the Church of Rome not to think herself better than
other Churches, as you will see in the eleventh chapter of the Epistle
to the Romans, verses 17 to 22. But she took no heed, and keeps calling
herself _the_ Catholic Church, as if nobody could be a Christian who did
not belong to her. No Protestant Church has ever committed this sin,
though some few persons in several denominations may have done so.

However, Rose was accustomed to the word, and she knew what Mr Tyrrel
meant. So she answered, gently--

"Master, they have a better instructor than I, for the Holy Ghost doth
teach them, I hope, which I trust shall not suffer them to err." [See
Note 1.]

Mr Tyrrel grew very angry. He remembered that Rose had been before the
magistrates before on account of Protestant opinions, "Why art thou
still in that mind, thou naughty hussy?" cried he. "Marry, it is time
to look upon such heretics indeed."

Naughty was a much stronger word then than it is now. It meant, utterly
worthless and most wicked.

Brave Rose Allen! she lifted her eyes to the face of her insulter, and
replied,--"Sir, with that which you call heresy, do I worship my Lord
God, I tell you truth."

"Then I perceive you will burn, gossip, with the rest for company's
sake," said Mr Tyrrel, making a horrible joke.

"No, sir, not for company's sake," said Rose, "but for my Christ's sake,
if so be I be compelled; and I hope in His mercies, if He call me to it,
He will enable me to bear it."

Never did apostle or martyr answer better, nor bear himself more
bravely, than this girl! Mr Tyrrel was in the habit of looking with
the greatest reverence on certain other young girls, whom he called
Sai