“These men,” he said, “having known God, have not glorified Him as God, and have not rendered thanks to Him; but they have bewildered themselves in their vain reasonings, and their senseless hearts have become filled with darkness. They have lost their wits by attributing to themselves the name of sages; they have transferred the honour which belongs truly to the incorruptible God to the image of a corruptible man, and to the figures of animals, fourfooted beasts, and reptiles; wherefore God has given them up to the desires of their hearts, to the vices of impurity; so that by plunging into these they have dishonoured their own bodies, put falsehood in the place of God’s truth, and rendered unto the creature adoration and sovereign worship, instead of rendering them unto the Creator, who is blessed in all ages!” Thus spoke Pelsly the Anabaptist; and the mayor, striking the table before him, cried— “What is it you tell me? Are such things possible?” “Come and see for yourself,” replied the Anabaptist. The mayor rose, and left his wife, children, and friends in a very ill temper; for since the return of the procession he had not been able to enjoy a single moment’s repose, and several persons had already spoken to him about the miracles—not that of Margredel, but that which had been wrought in Mother Jacob’s kitchen. On reaching the Rue du Tonnelet Rouge he found much difficulty in proceeding, so great was the crowd of people shouting— “Glory! Honour to the prophet!” In the distance the illustrious Doctor was to be seen at the window, surrounded by Coucou Peter, tall Hans Aden, and all the guests of the Three Roses, eloquently haranguing the crowd. The mayor succeeded in forcing his way through the mob, however, and Coucou Peter suddenly caught sight of him ascending the steps of the public-house. This was a terrible shock to the brave fiddler, for he at once saw that the doctrine was about to incur a great danger. Maître Frantz was still speaking when the mayor entered the dining-room, and then the Anabaptist, pointing to the illustrious philosopher, accused him in these terms:— “As it is through you, Mr. Mayor, that we enjoy profound peace, and because several highly salutary orders have been given by your wise foresight, we accuse this man of being the leader of a seditious sect, of bringing division and trouble into this town, of teaching false doctrines, and of performing miracles.” Astonished at hearing this accusation pronounced in a loud and solemn tone of voice, Frantz Mathéus turned, and seeing the mayor girt with his official scarf, was terrified. “By whom have you been permitted to perform miracles and preach in public?” demanded the mayor. The illustrious philosopher was at first unable to answer; but after a few seconds he recovered his courage, and said, with deep indignation—