rust
to one under such evil influences as was her Majesty, but in despair he
at length yielded himself up to Sir Maurice Berkley. It was a sad sight
to see poor Sir Thomas mounted on a horse behind Sir Maurice, and
carried off to Westminster. As this is not a record of public events,
it may briefly be said that the clemency afforded to Sir Thomas Wyatt
was that of death, he being some time afterwards executed.

There can be no doubt that this insurrection hastened the execution of
the young and talented Lady Jane Grey, and of her husband, Lord Guilford
Dudley. The event just described took place on the 7th of February,
1554, and on the 12th Lord Guilford Dudley was led out of his prison to
die on Tower Hill. Ernst and A'Dale heard, as boys are apt to hear,
that some event of importance was about to take place, and together they
found their way to the spot, little knowing, however, what they were to
witness. The bell tolled slowly when the young nobleman was led forth
from the Tower to the scaffold. He gazed round him on that cold
winter's morning; yet colder seemed the hearts of those who were thus
putting him out of life. After a short time allowed him for prayer, he
laid his head on the block. The executioner held it up, and declared it
to be the head of a traitor. It was then wrapped in a cloth, and his
body was taken back in a cart to the Tower. The boys, with many other
persons, now made their way within the walls, supposing that they were
to witness the interment of the young lord, but shortly they found
themselves beneath the walls of the White Tower. There, on the green
open space, a scaffold appeared. While they were wondering why it was
there placed, a door at the foot of the Tower opened, and forthwith came
several guards and other persons. In their midst walked a lady, young
and lovely, moving with grace, and her countenance, though grave and
sad, yet beaming with a radiance which seemed to the boys angelic.

Young indeed she was, for she had as yet numbered only seventeen
summers. She walked on with a firm step, not a tear appearing in her
eyes. In her hand she held a book, from which she read, praying as she
walked. Thus she came to the scaffold. There she knelt down and again
lifted up her heart in prayer to God. She was the Lady Jane Grey, thus
about cruelly to be put to death for no crime--no fault of hers. When
she rose, she handed her book from which she had been reading, to an
off