The Colloquies of Edward Osborne, Citizen and Clothworker of LondonManning, Anne
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The Colloquies of Edward Osborne, Citizen and Clothworker of London
Manning, Anne
Biographical fiction; London (England) -- History -- 16th century -- Fiction; Osborne, Edward, 1530?-1591 -- Fiction
But Martyrs were forbidden to make long Speeches on Pain of having their
Tongues cut out; and indeed, their Constancy preached enow. Wherefore
this was the last Word I heard from his Lips, for he seemed entirely
addressing himself to another Friend whom we could neither hear nor see.
And, when he got to the Place, I saw him put his Arms affectionately
about the Stake and kiss it, (they all did that,) and then lay aside his
poor Weaver's Garments, prison-worn and tattered, and put on what seemed
indeed the white Robe of Immortality, and then stand firm while they put
the Chain about his Waist. Just then a Man pushed rudely past me with a
Fagot; and there was a Rush and a Press of New-comers that jostled me
from my Place and wanted to feed their greedy Appetites with a good
Man's Pain as if 'twere a mere Show. I pushed at them again, and
struggled forward, amid Blows and reviling, and gat Sight of a Puff of
Smoke, and a bright Flame leaping up. Just then, the Sun, breaking forth
from a stormy Cloud, shone full upon his Face, which, looking upward
with a joyous Smile, seemed transfigured by it. I could see no more ...
mine Eyes were blinded, my Throat choked. I pushed my Way through the
Crowd and went Home to pray for—myself, not for him!
CHAPTER XII
_A Snake among yᵉ Flowers_
I can give thee, _Hew_, no very connected Account of the Rest of that
Season.... One Horror followed another—the Land was full of Blood, and
Fire, and Vapour of Smoke. We went softly, and lived gloomy, and
wretched, and desolate.
Sometimes I wished my Turn would come: then, dreaded it. _Tomkins_ was
continually before mine Eyes. At last, I suppose I altered so, that
Master _Hewet_ sent me down to my Mother, to keep quiet awhile in the
Country.
Oh! what Happiness that was! The Tears we then shed together had Healing
in them; and soon, away from all hateful Sounds and Sights, we gave over
weeping altogether. My Mother, I found, had, in the first Instance,
outwardly conformed; _kissed Baal_, in Fact; and then, like a good many
other timid yet well-meaning Persons, found many Excuses to make for
having so done, which yet failed to allay Self-disapprobation, and ended
in Contrition and Resolutions of doing so no more. She was favourably
placed for the keeping of such Resolves; having moved out of _Ashford_,
to a remote Country-farm, too far from a Place of Worship for regular
Attendance, wherefore she had set a-foot a little Church within her
House, that was served, under the Rose, by a deprived Minister
harbouring in the Neighbourhood. One of my younger Brothers, a goodly
Lad, was at School; the other, a sickly Urchin, dwelt at Home, inactive
but very happy.
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