Then Master _Hewet_ carried her down into the Country, to the Hall of his Brother the Squire; and there she abode till she was quite well. When she returned, the Leaves were falling, and Master _Hewet_ would walk with her of an Evening to _Finsbury Fields_, and stand with her at a Distance to see us young Men shoot the long Bow, leap, wrestle, cast the Stone, and practise our Shields; in all which, _Miles_ came in for his full Share of Praise; and I was always well content to be thought equal to him. Sometimes I overshot him, sometimes he overshot me; sometimes I outleaped him, sometimes he outleaped me; but we loved the Game beyond the Competition; there was never any ill Blood between us. 'Twas on _All Saints'_ Day, this Year, that the new Service Book, called of Common Prayer, was first used in _Paul's_ Church, and the like throughout the whole City. Dr. _Ridley_, Bishop of _London_, performed the same in _Paul's_, in his Rochet only; and in the Afternoon preached at _Paul's_ Cross before the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Livery Companies, which Sermon, being on the Subject of the new Service, lasted till five o' the Clock, so that, the Days being short, we returned by Torch-light. Then had the Church great Rest. The Enemy, knowing his Time was at Hand, lay mighty quiet: and, for the Multitude of notable Foreigners that resorted to us for Safeguard, _England_ might have been called _Christi Asylum_. Howbeit, the Canker was already i' the Bud! The King, earlier in the Year, had ta'en the Measles; and during the Summer, had ridden a Progress with greater Magnificence than ever he had done before. In the _January_ following, whether procured by sinister Practice or natural Infirmity, he fell into an Indisposition of Body which soon grew to a Cough of the Lungs. Perhaps it had been happy if Lord _Robert Dudley_ (now my Lord of _Leicester_,) had not recently been sworn one of the six Gentlemen of the King's Chamber ... we must not speak ill, _Hew_, of them that are set high in Authority, save upon great Conviction and Certitude: howbeit, you and I know what the private Report of that Gentleman is—When I'm sick, don't give me a _Leicester Cordial_, that's all!