"But, _Ned_," quoth this meek Martyr, telling me of it in _Newgate_, "though one of the Bishop's own Friends that stood by turned so sick that he cried, 'Hold! enough!' I affirm unto you that I was so rapt, and in such immediate Communion with my GOD and SAVIOUR, that, _at that Time_, I felt or was sensible of no Pain! I say not I felt none afterwards: I feel it now. But ne'er-theless, I tell thee, _Ned_, I am ready not only to suffer this, but also to die for the Name of the LORD JESUS, if it be his Will." And many other such godly and comfortable Words he spake, both then and during the next six Months; for I was continually with him. And, during all that Time, his Courage never waxed faint, but he bare that long Probation and Suspense patiently and cheerfully; never rising into Rapture, but full of Love and Hope; and grateful exceedingly unto Master _Hewet_, for keeping his Wife and Child in Bread all that Time. Then saw I, how diverse, yea, how inferior is that Sort of instinctive animal Courage which made me leap from _London Bridge_, from that moral Courage which enableth a Man kept low, and contumeliously treated, to support, by the Space of half an Year, the Prospect of a cruel and lingering Death. —Ah, Boy, thou mayest say what thou listest:—thou art a young Soldier.—Besides, thou hast _both_ Sorts; one, maybe, from me; and one from _her_. And now, to crown all, came over Cardinal _Pole_, whom our _Spanish_ King came down to the Water-side to meet, so soon as he had learned he had shot the Bridge. But in Faith, _Hew_, he was not so evil as the others. He was no longer the Man for whom Queens might die in Love; still less the Youth that had bandied Jests with _More_ and _Erasmus_:—he had known Sorrow, I wot!—his Mother, his Brother, his Cousin, had been brought with Sorrow to their Graves; and albeit his Friends did say of him he should be called _non Polus Anglus, sed Polus angelus_, he carried his Sadness in his Face. And now, the Church and Realm of _England_ were proclaimed reconciled to the Pope of _Rome_, the slavish Parliament put its Neck under the Queen's Foot, there was great singing of _Te Deum_, and great kindling of Bone-fires;—Alas! there were to be other Bone-fires soon. The New Year opened ominously. About thirty Citizens, Men and Women, privately receiving the Communion of Mr. _Rose_, their Minister, in a House in _Bow Churchyard_, were haled to Prison. For thou seest, _Hew_, Romanism had now, through the Slavishness of our Parliament, been re-established as _the Law of the Land_, which all Friends of good Order were bounden to uphold; wherefore those were constrained to break it and be classed as bad Citizens who chose rather to abide by _the Law of_ GOD—a Dilemma that ought never to have happened. They that are set in foremost Places are bounden to stand in the Breach, that Evil ensew not unto them whose Place is behind them.