It was on the fifth day that a great breach in the citadel was effected, and then came the final struggle in which Captain Lascelles fell at the head of his troops; the victorious foe overwhelmed the defenders in irresistible force and the French flag was planted on the walls of the citadel! The Castle of Guisnes still held out under Lord Gray, but on the eighth day of the siege it was captured, and with it went Hames. Lords Gray and Wentworth were taken prisoners and were held to ransom. Thus fell Calais after two hundred and ten years occupation by the English, and thus England lost the last rood of its once vast Continental possessions. Few of the garrison survived the siege, the tremendous cannonade slew most of them, and when the town and citadel were stormed by the French every foot of ground was fiercely contested until the streets of the town and the ramparts of the Castle were choked with the dead and dying. It is stated that only fifty prisoners were made. For a day and a night Calais was the prey of the ruthless soldiery, neither age nor sex was spared. The town possessed little wealth; twenty-four hours sufficed for the seizure of all that it had to yield. On January 10 the Dukes of Guise and De Nevers entered the town in all the panoply of war, and thenceforth all disorder ceased and the French began to repair the shattered walls with desperate haste. Five days later King Henry the Second visited his latest conquest, and the French army was delirious with joy and enthusiasm. The flag of France floated majestically from the grey towers of the Castle, never to be replaced by the flag of St. George. SCENE II On November 17, 1558, Queen Mary died. Philip came not to England; by the hand of the Count de Feria he sent a message and a ring to his dying wife. A truer friend to the hapless Queen than Philip lay dying at Lambeth— Cardinal Reginald Pole. Within the period of the dawn and sunset of the same day Mary and her noble kinsman died, and the courtiers passed in crowds from Whitehall to Hatfield. A new era was dawning for England—"the night was departing, the day was at hand!" How the bells of the many churches in London clanged with joyous notes as Queen Elizabeth entered her capital! The youth of the nation, all that was noblest, best and greatest thronged her passage as she wended her way through the gay streets. All that pageantry could devise, all that devoted loyalty could prompt, greeted the brilliant young Queen as she passed to the royal apartments of the Tower to await her coronation. The first act of Queen Elizabeth was to release all religious prisoners, and forthwith multitudes of refugees returned from the Continent. Among these were William Jefferay and the Vicar of Chiddingly, and there was joy at Gray's Inn.