‘Yes, mark the words: deem not that Saints alone Are Heaven’s true servants, and His laws fulfil Who rules o’er just and wicked. He from ill Culls good; He moulds the Egyptian’s heart of stone To do Him honour, and e’en Nero’s throne Claims as His ordinance; before Him still Pride bows unconscious, and the rebel will Most does His bidding, following most its own. Then grieve not at their high and palmy state, Those proud bad men, whose unrelenting sway Hath shattered holiest things, and led astray Christ’s little ones: they are but tools of fate, Duped rebels, doomed to serve a Power they hate, To earn a traitor’s guerdon, yet obey. ‘I mean to do one on Lord Grey’s interpretation of the Coronation Oath.[116] Will you do some? A mixture, some fierce and some meek: the plan is to have none above twenty lines…. My cough is just the same as when I left England. The climate is worse than an English autumn, and sight-seeing does no good. I was almost well at Malta, and if I had stayed there should have been quite so now. I expect to see the original Epistolæ S. Thomæ in the Vatican Library.’ Overbeck seems to have attracted Froude purely, or chiefly, on moral grounds, but he found at Rome an abiding object of enthusiasm in the lovely genius of Francesco Francia. One of his letters to his second brother, from Leghorn, illustrates both his own passion for thoroughness, and the range and zest of his lifelong interest in arts and crafts. He was ‘an ingeniose person,’ and constantly invites the application of that favourite and comprehensive seventeenth-century word. To WILLIAM FROUDE, April 12, 1833.