Afterwards, he told them Mr Rose's words. "Brethren, the Devil hath so great wrath, that he must needs know he hath but a short time. Yet for the elect's sake the days shall be shortened. The trouble shall be very quickly over, and the joy shall be eternal. Our way may be rough; yet shall it not be painful, for we go to God. Jesus Christ hath wrought for us everlasting righteousness; He now waiteth to see of the travail of His soul and to be satisfied. He died for us, with the fearful weight of the wrath of God upon Him; we die for Him, with the sweet and certain hope of eternal life." So much was for all the Gospellers; but there were added a few special words for those at the Lamb. "I ask not Avery and his wife to have a care of my beloved ones," said he, "for I well know they will. Say only from me to those beloved, that the time is very short, and the glory of God is very near. There shall be no persecution, no death, no parting, in the presence of the Master, whereunto I go. Bid them come to me; I only pass on a few moments before them. We shall meet at Home." "God bless Austin Bernher! He is a Barnabas unto us all--the very son of consolation." So wrote Isoult in her diary--and well she might. During the progress of the Marian persecution, no man was more blessed by the victims and mourners than Austin. Austin came again, four days later, with yet further bad news. Bishop Bonner had sent his sumner to lay hands upon Mr Holland's shop and goods, and Mrs Holland had suffered some ill usage, because she could not, or would not, tell where her husband was gone. They had not, however, apprehended her; and for Mr Holland, who was expected to return to London that week, Austin was on the look-out. "Isoult," said her husband to her that night, "when this befell, I was about to tell thee that methought I had now laid up a sufficiency of money for our returning to Bradmond. What sayest thou?" "O Jack! how can we?" cried Isoult. "Could we leave Robin in prison? and could we either forsake Mrs Rose and Thekla in their extremity, or carry them with us into Cornwall? But what is thine own thought?" "Truly, dear heart," he answered, "my thought is that the Lord hath spoken to us reasonable plain, and hath said, `Tarry where ye are until I bring you word again.'" "Yes," said she after a pause; "I think we must." "And take for thy comfort, sweeting," said he tenderly, "one word that hath been much laid upon mine heart of late: `I know where thou dwellest, even where Satan's seat is.' God's letters be never wrong directed." On the 10th of January, Austin came again, and brought some notes of Mr Rose's examination before Gardiner. It was plain that Mr Rose had stood forth boldly, and braved the Bishop to his face.