onster
cried out that he was weary of his work. As Bishop of London, said he,
he was close under the eyes of the Court, and two there gave him no
rest. For those two--King Philip and Dr Gardiner--were never weary.
Drunk with the blood of the saints, they yet cried ceaselessly for more;
they filled London and the whole land, as Manasseh did Jerusalem, with
innocent blood, which the Lord would not pardon.

In the same month, by command of Bishop Bonner, Mr Prebendary Rogers was
removed from the Marshalsea to Newgate, and there set among the common
felons. At this time, the worst of all the prisons was Newgate
(excepting the Bishop of London's coal-hole, where Archdeacon Philpot
and others were placed); somewhat better was the Marshalsea; still
better the Fleet; and easiest of all the Counter, where untried
prisoners were commonly kept to await their trial. Alexander, the
keeper of Newgate, was wont to go to Bishop Bonner, crying, "Ease my
prison! I am too much pestered with these heretics." And then an
easement of the prison was made, by the burning of the prisoners.

Men grow not into monsters all at once. It is a gradual proceeding,
though they generally run the faster as they near the end. But the
seeds of the very same sin lie in all human hearts, and the very same
thing, by the withdrawal of God's Spirit, would take place in all.
God's restraining grace is no less marvellous than His renewing grace.
This world would be a den of wild beasts but for it.

On the same 29th of January--a black day in the Protestant calendar--
Bishop Hooper was condemned to death, and also Mr Prebendary Rogers; but
with the latter the Bishop said he would yet use charity. "Ay,"
observed Mr Rogers to Austin Bernher, "such charity as the fox useth
with the chickens." And such charity it proved. Dr Rowland Taylor of
Hadleigh, and Mr Bradford of Manchester, were also adjudged to death:
both of whom, by God's grace, stood firm. But Mr Cardmaker, who was
brought to trial with them, and had been a very zealous preacher against
Romanism, was overcome by the Tempter, recanted, and was led back to
prison. Yet for all this he did not save himself. More than once
during this persecution, he who loved his life was seen to lose it; and
he that hated his life to keep it,--even the lower life of this world.

During this season of trial, Augustine Bernher was almost ubiquitous.
On the 29th of January, he brought a letter of which he had be