her evident emotion of delight and love, so pained poor
Alwyn, that he rose abruptly and took his leave.

And now the Eureka was a luxury as peremptorily forbid to the astrologer
as it had been to the alchemist! Again the true science was despised,
and the false cultivated and honoured. Condemned to calculations which
no man (however wise) in that age held altogether delusive, and which
yet Adam Warner studied with very qualified belief, it happened by some
of those coincidences, which have from time to time appeared to confirm
the credulous in judicial astrology, that Adam's predictions became
fulfilled. The duchess was prepared for the first tidings that Edward's
foes fled before him. She was next prepared for the very day in which
Warwick landed; and then her respect for the astrologer became strangely
mingled with suspicion and terror, when she found that he proceeded
to foretell but ominous and evil events; and when at last, still in
corroboration of the unhappily too faithful horoscope, came the news of
the king's flight, and the earl's march upon London, she fled to Friar
Bungey in dismay. And Friar Bungey said,--

"Did I not warn you, daughter? Had you suffered me to--"

"True, true!" interrupted the duchess. "Now take, hang, rack, drown, or
burn your horrible rival, if you will, but undo the charm, and save us
from the earl!"

The friar's eyes twinkled, but to the first thought of spite and
vengeance succeeded another: if he who had made the famous waxen
effigies of the Earl of Warwick were now to be found guilty of some
atrocious and positive violence upon Master Adam Warner, might not the
earl be glad of so good an excuse to put an end to Himself?

"Daughter," said the friar, at that reflection, and shaking his head
mysteriously and sadly, "daughter, it is too late."

The duchess in great despair flew to the queen. Hitherto she had
concealed from her royal daughter the employment she had given to Adam;
for Elizabeth, who had herself suffered from the popular belief in
Jacquetta's sorceries, had of late earnestly besought her to lay aside
all practices that could be called into question. Now, however, when
she confessed to the agitated and distracted queen the retaining of Adam
Warner, and his fatal predictions, Elizabeth, who, from discretion and
pride, had carefully hidden from her mother (too vehement to keep a
secret) that offence in the king, the memory of which had made Warner
peculiarly obnoxious