A.D. 1536. CH. 12. as he had affirmed so positively that his book was a private communication, there could be no August. further reason for preserving any other copies of it, and if he had such copies in his possession he was called upon to prove his sincerity by burning them. On his compliance, his property, which would be forfeited under the Supremacy Act, should remain in his hands, and he was free to reside in any country which he might choose.* Pole did not burn his book, nor was it long before he gave the government reason to regret their forbearance towards him. For the time he continued in receipt of his income, and the stir which he had created died away. There are many scenes in human life which, as a great poet teaches us, are either sad or beautiful, cheerless or refreshing, according to the direction from which we approach them. If, on a morning in spring, we behold the ridges of a fresh-turned ploughed field from their northern side, our eyes, catching only the shadowed slopes of the successive furrows, see an expanse of white, the unmelted remains of the night's hailstorm, or the hoarfrost of the dawn. We make a circuit, or we cross over and look behind us, and on the very same ground there is nothing to be seen but the rich brown soil swelling in the sunshine, warm with promise, and chequered perhaps here and there with a green blade bursting through the surface. Both images are true PHILLIPS' Life of Cardinal Pole, vol. i. p. 148. Reginald Pole to Edward VI.: Epist. REG. POL. WORDSWORTH's Excursion, book v. A.D. 1536. June. to the facts of nature. Both pictures are created CH. 12. by real objects really existing. The pleasant certainty however, remains with us, that the winter is passing away and summer is coming; the promise of the future is not with the ice and the sleet, but with the sunshine, with gladness, and hope. condition of Reginald Pole has shown us the form in which Other asEngland appeared to him, and to the Catholic pects of the world beyond its shores, bound under an iron England. yoke, and sinking down in despair and desolation. To us who have seen the golden harvests waving over her fields, his loud raving has a sound of delirium we perceive only the happy symptoms of lengthening daylight, bringing with it once more the season of life, and health, and fertility. But there is a third aspect—and it is this which we must now endeavour to present to ourselvesof England as it appeared to its own toiling children in the hour of their trial, with its lights and shadows, its frozen prejudices and sunny gleams of faith; when day followed day, and brought no certain change, and men knew not whether night would prevail or day, or which of the two was most divine-night, with its starry firmament of saints and ceremonies, or day, with the single lustre of the Gospel sun. It is idle to try to reproduce such a time in any single shape or uniform colour. The reader must call his imagination to his aid, and endeavour, if he can, to see the same object in many shapes and many colours, to sympathize successively with those to whom the Reformation was a terror, with those to whom CH. 12. it was the dearest hope, and those others-the multitude-whose minds could give them no certain answer, who shifted from day to day, as the impulse of the moment swayed them. A.D. 1536. Sunday, When parliament met in June, 1536, convocation as usual assembled with it. On Sunday, June 9. the ninth of the month, the two houses of the Opening of clergy were gathered for the opening of their ses convoca tion. sion in the aisles of St. Paul's-high and low, hot and cold, brave and cowardly. The great question of the day, the Reformation of the Church, was one in which they, the spiritualty of England, might be expected to bear some useful part. They had as yet borne no part but a part of obstruction. They had been compelled to sit impatiently, with tied hands, while the lay legislature prescribed their duties and shaped their laws for them. Whether they would assume a more becoming posture, was the problem which they were now The gather met to solve. Gardiner was there, and Bonner, Tunstall, and Hilsey, Lee, Latimer, and Cranmer; mitred abbots, meditating the treason for which, before many months were passed, their quartered trunks would be rotting by the highways; earnest sacramentaries, making ready for the stake: the spirits of the two ages-the past and the future-were meeting there in fierce collision; and above them all, in his vicar-general's chair, sate Cromwell, proud and powerful, lording over the scowling crowd. The present hour was his. His enemies' turn in due time would come also. ing of the St. Paul's. The mass had been sung, the roll of the organ A.D. 1536. had died away. It was the time for the ser- Cн. 12. mon, and Hugh Latimer, Bishop of Worcester, rose into the pulpit. Nine-tenths of all those June 9. eyes which were then fixed on him would have glistened with delight, could they have looked instead upon his burning. The whole multitude of passionate men were compelled, by a changed world, to listen quietly while he shot his bitter arrows among them. the pulpit. We have heard Pole; we will now hear the heretic leader. His object on the present occa- Latimer in sion was to tell the clergy what especially he thought of themselves; and Latimer was a plain speaker. They had no good opinion of him. His opinion of them was very bad indeed. His text was from the sixteenth chapter of St Luke's Gospel: The children of this world are wiser in their generation than the children of light.' cation had seven The race and parentage of all living things, he said, were known by their fruits. He desired by this test to try the parentage of the present convocation. They had sat-the men that he saw The convobefore him for seven years, more or less, session sat for after session. What measures had come from years. them? They were the spiritualty—the teachers of the people, divinely commissioned; said to be and believed to be, children of light; what had What had they done?. . . . Mighty evils in those years cation had been swept away in England. . . . but whose hands had been at the work?-was it theirs? For his part, he knew that they had burned a dead man's bones; he knew that they had done their best to burn the living man who was then speak the convo done? CH. 12. ing to them. A.D. 1536. June 9. reformed, but have the clergy reformed England or has the king? he knew not. The end of your convocation shall show what ye are, he said, turning direct upon them; the fruit of your consultations shall show what generation ye be of. What now have ye engendered? what have ye brought forth? What fruit has come of your long and great assembly? What one thing that the people have been the better of a England is hair? That the people be better learned and taught now than they were in time past, should we attribute it to your industry, or to the providence of God and the foreseeing of the King's Grace? Ought we to thank you or the King's Highness? Whether stirred the other first?-you the king, that ye might preach, or he you, by his letters, that ye should preach more often? Is it unknown, think you, how both ye and your curates were in manner by violence enforced to let books be made, not by you, but by profane and lay persons? I am bold with you; but I speak to the clergy, not to the laity. I speak to your faces, not behind your backs. If, then, they had produced no good thing, what had they produced? There was false money instead of true. There were dead images instead of a living Saviour. There was redemption purchased by money, not redemption purchased by Christ. Abundance of these things were to be found among them . . . . . . and all were they those pleasant fictions which had been bred at Rome, the canonizations and expectations, the totquots and dispensations, the pardons of marvel Certain things they had produced, but good or evil? |