Hymns, Ancient, for the Feasts of Irish Saints. Translated by 560 Marie Antoinette, Early Married Life of Newman, Dr., History of his Religious Opinions. Periodical Literature at Home and Abroad Pusey, Dr., as a Controversialist. Pusey, Dr., on the Church of England. Recollections, Personal, of an Old Oxonian: I. Christ Church under Dean Hall II. Christ Church under Dean Smith Trollope, Mr., his last Novel. Unspiritual Civilisation: a Sonnet. By Aubrey de Vere Constance Sherwood. AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY. CHAPTER XXIV. DURING the whole year of Lady Arundel's imprisonment, neither her husband, nor her sister, nor her most close friends, such as my poor unworthy self, had tidings from her, in the shape of any letter or even message, so sharply was she watched and hindered from communicating with any one. Only Sir Thomas Shirley wrote to the earl her husband to inform him of his lady's safe delivery, and the birth of a daughter, which, much against her will, was baptised according to the Protestant manner. My Lord Arundel, mindful of her words in the last interview he had with her before her arrest, began to haunt Mr. Wells's house in a private way, and there I did often meet with him, who being resolved, I ween, to follow his lady's example in all things, began to honour me with so much of his confidence, that I had occasion to discern how true had been Sir Henry Jerningham's forecasting that this young nobleman, when once turned to the ways of virtue and piety, should prove himself by so much the more eminent in goodness as he had heretofore been distinguished for his reckless conduct. One day that he came to Holborn, none others being present but Mr. and Mrs. Wells and myself, he told us that he and his brother Lord William having determined to become Catholics, and apprehending great danger in declaring themselves as such within the kingdom, had resolved secretly to leave the land, to pass into Flanders, and there to remain till more quiet times. "What steps," Mr. Wells asked, "hath your lordship disposed for to effect this departure?" "In all my present doings," quoth the earl, "the mind of my dear wife doth seem to guide me. The last time I was with her she informed me that my secretary, John Mumford, is a Catholic, and I have since greatly benefited by this knowledge. He is gone to Hull, in Yorkshire, for to take order for our passage to Flanders, and I do wait tidings from him before I leave London." Then, turning to me, he inquired in a very earnest manner if my thinking agreed with his, that his sweet lady should be con VOL. III. JULY 1865. B tented he should forsake the realm, for the sake of the religious interests which moved him thereunto, joined with the hope that when he should be abroad and his lands confiscated, which he doubted not would follow, she would be presently set at liberty, and with her little wench join him in Flanders. I assented thereunto, and made a promise to him that as soon as her ladyship should be released I would hasten to her, and feast her ears with the many assurances of tender affection he had uttered in her regard, and aid her departure; which did also Mr. Wells. Then, drawing me aside, he spoke for some time, with tears in his eyes, of his own good wife, as he called her. "Mistress Sherwood," he said, "I do trust in God that she shall find me henceforward as good a husband, to my poor ability, by His grace, as she has found me bad heretofore. No sin grieves me any thing so much as my offences against her. What is past is a nail in my conscience. My will is to make satisfaction; but though I should live never so long, I can never do so further than by a good desire to do it, which, while I have any spark of breath, shall never be wanting." And many words like these, which he uttered in so heartfelt a manner that I could scarce refrain from weeping at the hearing of them. And so we parted that day: he with a confident hope soon to leave the realm; I with some misgivings thereon, which were soon justified by the event. For, a few days afterwards, Mr. Lacy brought us tidings he had met Mr. Mumford in the street, who had told him -when he expressed surprise at his return-that before he could reach Hull he had been apprehended and carried before the Earl of Huntingdon, president of York, and examined by him, without any evil result at that time, having no papers or suspicious things about him; but being now watched, he ventured not to proceed to the coast, but straightway came to London, greatly fearing Lord Arundel should have left it. "He hath not done so ?" I anxiously inquired. "Nay," answered Mr. Lacy, "so far from it, that I pray you to guess how the noble earl-much against his will, I ween-is presently employed." "He is not in prison?" I cried. "God defend it!" he replied. "No; he is preparing for to receive the Queen at Arundel House; upon notice given him that her Majesty doth intend on Thursday next to come thither for her recreation." "Alack!" I cried, "her visits to such as be of his way of thinking bode no good to them. She visited him and his wife at the Charterhouse at the time when his father was doomed to death, and now when she is a prisoner, her highness doth come to Arundel House. When she set her foot in Euston, the whole fabric of my happiness fell to the ground. Heaven shield the like doth not happen in this instance; but I do greatly apprehend the issue of this sudden honour conferred on him." On the day fixed for the great and sumptuous banquet which was prepared for the Queen at Arundel House, I went thither, having been invited by Mrs. Fawcett to spend the day with her on this occasion, which minded me of the time when I went with my cousins and mine own good Mistress Ward for to see her Majesty's entertainment at the Charterhouse, wherein had been sowed the seeds of a bitter harvest, since reaped by his sweet lady and himself. Then pageants had charms in mine eyes; now, none-but rather the contrary. Howsoever, I was glad to be near at hand on that day, so as to hear such reports as reached us from time to time of her Majesty's behaviour to the earl. From all I could find, she seemed very well contented; and Mr. Mumford, with whom I was acquainted, came to Mrs. Fawcett's chamber, hearing I was there, and reported that her Highness had given his lordship many thanks for her entertainment, and showed herself exceeding merry all the time she was at table, asking him many questions, and relating anecdotes which she had learnt from Sir Falke Greville, whom the maids-of-honour were wont to say brought her all the tales she heard; at which Mrs. Fawcett said that gentleman had once declared that he was like Robin Goodfellow; for that when the dairy-maids upset the milk-pans, or made a romping and racket, they laid it all on Robin; and so, whatever gossip- tales the Queen's ladies told her, they laid it all upon him, if he was ever so innocent of it." "Sir," I said to Mr. Mumford, "think you her Majesty hath said aught to my lord touching his lady or his lately - born little daughter ?" "Once," he answered, "when she told of the noble trick she hath played Sir John Spencer touching his grandson, whom he would not see because his daughter did decamp from his house in a baker's basket for to marry Sir Henry Compton, and her Majesty invited him to be her gossip at the christening of a fair boy to whom she did intend to stand godmother, for that he was the first-born child of a young couple who had married for love and lived happily; and so the old knight said, as he had no heir, he should adopt this boy, for he had disinherited his daughter. So then, at the font, the Queen names him Spencer, and when she leaves the church, straightway reveals to Sir John that his godson is his grandson, and deals so cunningly with him, that a reconciliation doth ensue. Well, when she related this event, my lord said in a low voice, 'Oh, madame, would it might please your Majesty for to place another child now at its mother's breast, a first-born one also, in its father's arms! and as by your gracious dealing your highness wrought a reconciliation between a father and a daughter, so likewise now to reunite a parted husband from a wife which hath too long languished under your royal displeasure."" "What answered her grace?" I asked. "A few words, the sense of which I could not catch," Mr. Mumford answered; "being placed so as to hear my lord's speaking more conveniently than her replies. He said again, 'The displeasure of a prince is a heavy burthen to bear.' And then, methinks, some other talk was ministered of a lighter sort. But be of good heart, Mistress Sherwood; I cannot but think our dear lady shall soon be set at liberty." Mr. Mumford's words were justified in a few days; for, to my unspeakable joy, I heard Lady Arundel had been released by order of the Queen, and had returned to Arundel Castle. It was her lord himself who brought me the good tidings, and said he should travel thither in three days, when his absence from court should be less noted, as then her Majesty would be at Richmond. He showed me a letter he had received from his lady, the first she had been able to write to him for a whole year. She did therein express her contentment, greater, she said, than her pen could describe, at the sight of the gray ivied walls, the noble keep, her own chamber and its familiar furniture, and mostly at the thought of his soon coming; and that little Bess had so much sense already, that when she heard his name, nothing would serve her but to be carried to the window, "whence, methinks," the sweet lady said, "she doth see me always looking towards the entrance-gate, through which all my joy will speedily come to me. When, for to cheat myself and her, I cry, 'Hark to my lord's horse crossing the bridge!' she cooes, so much as to say she is glad also, and stretcheth her arms out, the pretty fool, as if to welcome her unseen father, who methinks, when he doth come, will be no stranger to her, so often doth she kiss the picture which hangeth about her mother's neck." But, alas! before the Queen went to Richmond, she sent a command that my Lord Arundel should not go any whither out of his house (so Mr. Mumford informed me), but remain there a prisoner; and my Lord Hunsdon, who had been in former times his father's page, and now was his great enemy, was given commission to examine him about his religion, and also touching Dr. Allen and the |