e but flesh.' `He hath remembered His
covenant forever.' `According to Thy mercy, remember Thou me!'"

Only Margaret Thurston knew who spoke three times that word never to be
forgotten, once a terrible rebuke, now and evermore a benediction.

So went home the last of the Colchester martyrs.

As Mr Ewring turned back, he caught sight of Dorothy Denny, and made
his way back to her.

"You come to behold, do you, Dorothy?" said he, when they had turned
into a quiet side street, safe from hostile ears.

"Ay, Master, it strengthens me," she said.

"Thou'rt of the right stuff, then," he answered. "It weakens such as be
not."

"Eh, I'm as weak as any one," replied Dorothy. "What comforts me is to
see how the good Lord can put strength into the very feeblest lamb of
all His flock. It seems like as if the Shepherd lifted the lamb into
His arms, so that it had no labour to carry itself."

"Ay, 'tis easy to bear a burden, when you and it be borne together,"
said Mr Ewring. "Dorothy, have you strength for that burden?"

"Master Ewring, I've given up thinking that I've any strength for any
thing, and then I just go and ask for it for everything, and methinks I
get along best that way."

"Ay, so? You are coming on fast, Dorothy. Many Christian folks miss
that lesson half their lives."

"Well, I don't know but they do the best that are weak," said Dorothy.
"Look you, they know it, and know they must fetch better strength than
their own; so they don't get thinking they can manage the little things
themselves, and only need ask the Lord to see to the greet ones."

"It's true, Dorothy. I can't keep from thinking of poor Jack Thurston;
he must be either very hard or very miserable. Let us pray for him,
Dorothy. I'm afeared it's a bad sign that he isn't with them this
morrow."

"You think he's given in, Master Ewring?"

"I'm doubtful of it, Dorothy."

They walked on for a few minutes without speaking.

"I'll try to see Jack again, or pass in a word to him," said Mr Ewring
reflectively.

"Eh, Master Ewring don't you go into peril! The Lord's cause can't
afford to lose you. Don't 'ee, now!"

"Dorothy," said Mr Ewring with a smile, "if the Lord's cause can't
afford to lose me, you may be very sure it won't lose me. `The Lord
reigneth, be the people never so impatient.' He is on the throne, not
the priests. But in truth, Dorothy, the Lord can afford anything: He is
able of these stones to raise up children