with which to carry it
on, by every unjustifiable means in her power. It met with no profitable
return, for the French Duke of Guise surprised Calais, and the English
sustained a complete defeat. The losses they met with in France greatly
mortified the national pride, and the Queen never recovered the blow.

There was a bad fever raging in England at this time, and I am glad to
write that the Queen took it, and the hour of her death came. 'When I am
dead and my body is opened,' she said to those around those around her,
'ye shall find CALAIS written on my heart.' I should have thought, if
anything were written on it, they would have found the words--JANE GREY,
HOOPER, ROGERS, RIDLEY, LATIMER, CRANMER, AND THREE HUNDRED PEOPLE BURNT
ALIVE WITHIN FOUR YEARS OF MY WICKED REIGN, INCLUDING SIXTY WOMEN AND
FORTY LITTLE CHILDREN. But it is enough that their deaths were written
in Heaven.

The Queen died on the seventeenth of November, fifteen hundred and fifty-
eight, after reigning not quite five years and a half, and in the forty-
fourth year of her age. Cardinal Pole died of the same fever next day.

As BLOODY QUEEN MARY, this woman has become famous, and as BLOODY QUEEN
MARY, she will ever be justly remembered with horror and detestation in
Great Britain. Her memory has been held in such abhorrence that some
writers have arisen in later years to take her part, and to show that she
was, upon the whole, quite an amiable and cheerful sovereign! 'By their
fruits ye shall know them,' said OUR SAVIOUR. The stake and the fire
were the fruits of this reign, and you will judge this Queen by nothing
else.

CHAPTER XXXI--ENGLAND UNDER ELIZABETH

There was great rejoicing all over the land when the Lords of the Council
went down to Hatfield, to hail the Princess Elizabeth as the new Queen of
England. Weary of the barbarities of Mary's reign, the people looked
with hope and gladness to the new Sovereign. The nation seemed to wake
from a horrible dream; and Heaven, so long hidden by the smoke of the
fires that roasted men and women to death, appeared to brighten once
more.

Queen Elizabeth was five-and-twenty years of age when she rode through
the streets of London, from the Tower to Westminster Abbey, to be
crowned. Her countenance was strongly marked, but on the whole,
commanding and dignified; her hair was red, and her nose something too
long and sharp for a woman's. She was not the beautiful creature her