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ye will be of good cheer.' • Master Kingston, my disease is such that I cannot live; I have had some experience in my disease, and thus it is : I have a flux, with a continual fever; the nature whereof is this: that if there be no alteration with me of the same within eight days, then must either ensue excoriation of the entrails, or frenzy, or else present death ; and the best thereof is death. And as I suppose, this is the eighth day; and if ye see in me no alteration, then is there no remedy (although I may live a day or twain), but death which is the best remedy of the three.' * Nay, sir, in good faith' quoth Master Kingston, you be in such dolor and pensiveness, doubting that thing that indeed
ye need not to fear, which maketh you much worse than ye should be. Well, well, Master Kingston,' quoth he, 'I see the matter against me how it is framed; but if I had served God as diligently as I have done the king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs. Howbeit this is the just reward that I must receive for my worldly diligence and pains that I may have had to do him service; only to satisfy his vain pleasure, not regarding my godly duty. Wherefore I pray you, with all my heart, to have me most humbly commended unto his royal majesty ; beseeching him in my behalf to call to his most gracious remembrance all matters proceeding between him and me, from the beginning of the world unto this day, and the progress of the same: and most chiefly in the weighty matter yet depending (meaning the matter newly began between him and the good Queen Katherine), then shall his conscience declare whether I have offended him or no.
He is sure a prince of royal courage, and hath a princely heart; and rather than he will either miss or want any part of his will or appetite, he will put the loss of one-half of his realm in danger. For I assure you, I have often kneeled before him in his privy chamber on my knees, the space of an hour or two, to persuade him from his will and appetite, but I could never bring to pass to dissuade him therefrom. Therefore, Master Kingston, if it chance hereafter you to be one of his privy council, as for your wisdom and other qualities ye are meet to be, I warn you to be well advised and assured what matter ye put in his head, for ye shall never put it out again.''
The narrative then goes on to exhibit a long speech of the Cardinal's against “ this new pernicious sect of Lutherans." At last Wolsey said: "• Master Kingston, farewell; I can no more, but wish all things to have good success. My time draweth on fast I may not tarry with you.
And forget not, I pray you, what I have said and charged you withal : for when I am dead, ye shall peradventure remember my words much better.' And even with these words he began to draw his speech at length, and his tongue to fail ; his eyes being set in his head, whose sight failed him. Then we began to put him in remembrance of Christ's passion; and sent for the abbot of the place to anneal him, who came with all speed and ministered unto him all the service to the same belonging; and caused also the guard to stand by, both to hear him talk before his death, and also to witness of the same; and incontinent the clock struck eight, at which time he gave up the ghost, and thus departed he this present life. And calling to our remembrance his words the day before, how he said that at eight of the clock we should lose our master, one of us looking upon another, supposing that he prophesied of his departure.
"Here is the end and fall of pride and arrogancy of such men, exalted by fortune to honours and high dignities; for I assure you, in his time of authority and glory, he was then the haughtiest man in all his proceedings that then lived, having more respect to the worldly honour of his person than he had to his spiritual profession; wherein should be all meekness, humility, and charity; the process whereof I leave to them that be learned and seen in divine laws."
88.-MORNING AND EVENING.
THE Poets luxuriate in their descriptions of Morning and Evening. These descriptions belong more especially to the mornings and evenings of Summer, when “ the breath of morn” is sweet, and “the coming on of gentle evening” is “mild."
First let us hear a quaint and simple old master sing the charms of MORNING.
The Sun, when he hath spread his rays,
And laughs upon the earth; anon,
Cowley's Hymn to Light' is a noble performance, from which we extract a few stanzas :
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come
Thou tide of glory which no rest doth know,
Hail! active Nature's watchful life and health !
Say, from what golden quivers of the sky
Thou in the moon's bright chariot, proud and gay,
Thou, Scythian-like, dost round thy lands above
The dramatic Lyrists, Shakspere and Fletcher, have painted some of the characteristics of Morning with rainbow hues :
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
Who doth the world so gloriously behold,