right."

"Truth: yet that is scarce the question," responded Avery. "Rather is
it, if the King made another devise of the crown, who should then be the
right heir?"

"Ah! now you are out of my depth," answered Mr Holland. "This little
maid and I understand each other better. Do we not so, Kate?"

"Well, Rose?" inquired John.

"Prithee, get Mr Underhill out of the house first," interposed Dr
Thorpe, laughing.

"Or we shall have a pitched battle. I would like nothing better!" said
Mr Underhill, rubbing his hands, and laughing in his turn.

"Brother," said Mr Rose, turning to him, "the wisdom that cometh from
above is peaceable."

"But first, pure!" answered Mr Underhill, quickly.

"There were little of the one, if it should lack the other," responded
he.

"Come, give us your thought!" cried Mr Underhill. "I will endeavour
myself to keep mine hands off you, and allgates, if I grow very warlike,
Avery and Holland can let me from blood-shedding."

"When I find myself in the difficulty, I will," replied Mr Rose, with
his quiet smile.

And no more could Mr Underhill obtain from him: but he said that he
would demand an answer if the occasion arose.

The King had no sooner recovered from the small-pox than he took the
measles; and the Parliament, seeing no hope of his speedy amendment,
broke up on the 15th of April.

Mr Rose stepped into the Lamb that evening.

"There is a point of our last week's matter, that I would like your
thought upon," said Avery to him. "Granted that the Gospellers should
make a self party, and not join them with Lutherans ne with Papists,
touching public matters, where, think you, look we for a leader?"

Mr Rose shook his head. "We have none," said he.

"Not my Lord Archbishop?"

"Assuredly not; he is by far too gentle and timid. We lack a man that
could stand firm,--not that should give up all short of God's Throne for
the sake of peace."

"Nor my Lord of London?"

"Dr Ridley is a bolder man than his superior; a fine, brave follow in
every way: yet methinks he hath in him scantly all the gear we lack; and
had we a command for him, I misdoubt greatly if he should take it. He
is a man of most keen feeling and delicate judgment."

"My Lord of Sussex?"

"Gramercy, no! Nature never cut _him_ out for a general."

"Mr Latimer, _quondam_ of Worcester?"

"As fiery as Ned Underhill," answered Mr Rose, smiling; "indeed,
somewhat too lacking in caution; but an old man, with