Do not get their living by polling and bribes. If it were not for shame Scrivener Merrygreek Nay, hold thy hands still. Why, did ye not promise that ye would not him spill? Scrivener Let him not spare me. Ralph- Why, wilt thou strike me again? Ye shall have as good as ye bring of me, that is plain. I cannot blame him, sir, though your blows would him grieve. Ralph Well, this man for once hath purchased thy pardon. Scrivener And what say ye to me? or else I shall be gone. Ralph I say the letter thou madest me was not good. Scrivener Then did ye wrong copy it, of likelihood. Ralph Yes, out of thy copy word for word I wrote. Scrivener Then was it as ye prayed to have it, I wote, But in reading and pointing there was made some fault. Ralph I wote not, but it made all my matter to halt. Scrivener How say you, is this mine original or no? Ralph The selfsame that I wrote out of, so mote I go. Look you on your own fist, and I will look on this, Read that is within, and there ye shall the fault see. "Sweet mistress, whereas I love you, nothing at all I commend me unto you: Never a whit VOL. XI. -22 Sorry to hear report of your good welfare. To be taken for a woman inclined to vice I will keep ye right well: from good raiment and fare Ye shall in no wise live: at your own liberty, Do and say what ye lust: ye shall never please me When ye are sorry: I will be very glad When ye seek your heart's ease: I will be unkind At no time: in me shall ye much gentleness find. Shall be done otherwise: I will not be behind To speak: And as for all them that would do you wrong, I will so help and maintain ye, shall not live long. Nor any foolish dolt shall cumber you; but I, I, whoe'er say nay, will stick by you till I die. Thus, good mistress Custance, the Lord you save and keep. Who favoreth you no less (ye may be bold) Than this letter purporteth, which ye have unfold." Now sir, what default can ye find in this letter? Ralph Of truth in my mind there cannot be a better. Then was the fault in reading, and not in writing; But who read this letter, that it sounded so naught? I read it, indeed. Scrivener Ralph Ye read it not as ye ought. Why, thou wretched villain, was all this same fault in thee? Merrygreek I knock your costard if ye offer to strike me, Ralph Strikest thou indeed? and I offer but in jest? Merrygreek Yea, and rap you again except ye can sit in rest. And I will no longer tarry here, me believe. Ralph What, wilt thou be angry, and I do thee forgive? Fare thou well, scribbler, I cry thee mercy indeed. Scrivener Fare ye well, bibbler, and worthily may ye speed. ENGLAND IN HENRY VIII.'S TIME. BY JAMES ANTHONY FROUDE. [JAMES ANTHONY FROUDE, the English historian, was born at Dartington, Devon, April 23, 1818, the youngest son of the Archdeacon of Totnes. He was educated at Westminster and Oriel College, Oxford, where he came under the influence of the Tractarian movement. He was elected a Fellow of Exeter and received deacon's orders, but his views underwent a change, as revealed in "The Nemesis of Faith" (1848), in consequence of which he lost his fellowship. He then turned to literature and for many years was a contributor to Fraser's Magazine and the Westminster Review. He became rector of St. Andrews (1869); visited America, South Africa, and the Australasian colonies; and in 1892 succeeded E. A. Freeman as professor of modern history at Oxford. He died at Salcombe, Devon, October 20, 1894. His monumental work is a "History of England from the Fall of Wolsey to the Defeat of the Spanish Armada" (12 vols., 1856-1870). Also noteworthy are: "Short Studies on Great Subjects," "The English in Ireland in the Eighteenth Century," "Cæsar," "The English in the West Indies." As literary executor of Carlyle he edited a "Life of Carlyle," "Carlyle's Reminiscences," and Mrs. Carlyle's "Letters."] IN periods like the present, when knowledge is every day extending, and the habits and thoughts of mankind are perpetually changing under the influence of new discoveries, it is no easy matter to throw ourselves back into a time in which for centuries the European world grew upon a single type, in which the forms of the father's thoughts were the forms of the son's, and the late descendant was occupied in treading into. paths the footprints of his distant ancestors. So absolutely has change become the law of our present condition, that it is identified with energy and moral health; to cease to change is to lose place in the great race; and to pass away from off the earth with the same convictions which we found when we entered it is to have missed the best object for which we now seem to exist. |