icer who stood by her side. He was Master Brydges, brother of the
Lieutenant of the Tower. In vain the priests who stood round
endeavoured to persuade her to die in the faith of Rome. She who had a
short time before uttered these memorable words, "I ground my faith upon
God's Word, and not upon the Church, for if the Church be a good Church,
the faith of the Church must be tried by God's Word, and not God's Word
by the Church," could not, while God's grace supported her, abandon the
pure Protestant truth she held. And now she was well prepared to die,
for she trusted in the risen Saviour, all-powerful to keep her to the
end. Tying the kerchief about her eyes, she felt for the block, and
said, in a sweet, low voice, "What shall I do? Where is it?"

One of those standing by guided her to the block, on which she then laid
down her head as if on a pillow, and stretched forth her body, seemingly
about to rest, saying: "Lord, into Thy hands I commend my spirit." No
other word she spoke. The gleaming axe descended, and the life of that
young and virtuous and highly talented lady was thus cut short. Had
Ernst been alone he would have fallen to the ground, so faint and sick
at heart did he become at the spectacle he had witnessed. But A'Dale
was of somewhat firmer stuff, and taking his companion by the arm, led
him again out of the precincts of the Tower. The gates were once more
closed.

Such was the commencement of horrors which the City of London was to
witness.

On the following day, when morning broke, in all parts of London gallows
were found erected, from Billingsgate in the east to Hyde Park Corner in
the west, and in nineteen different places were these instruments of
death set up; and ere the close of that black day, forty-eight men had
been suspended on them, all accused of joining in the rebellion of Sir
Thomas Wyatt. Still the prisons were full of captives; and a few days
afterwards several leaders and twenty-two common rebels were marched out
of London under a strong escort to suffer death in Kent, there to strike
terror into the hearts of the inhabitants.

It was melancholy at that time to walk about London, for in every
direction the sight of men hanging in gibbets met the eye. Ernst
declared that he would not again leave the house, and yet a feverish
curiosity compelled him, with A'Dale, often to traverse the streets.

Still no news came of Master Gresham, and Lady Anne became very anxious
to h