the smaller sanctuaries were
still more liable to the same objection. Moreover, if Adam should be
recognized by any of the rabble that would meet them by the way, his
fate, by the summary malice of a mob, was certain. After all, the
Tower would be free from the populace; and as soon as, by a few rapid
questions, Alwyn learned from Sibyll that she had reason to hope her
father would find protection with Lord Warwick, and called to mind that
Marmaduke Nevile was necessarily in the earl's train, he advised them to
remain quiet and concealed in their apartments, and promised to see
and provide for them the moment the Tower was yielded up to the new
government.

The counsel suited both Sibyll and Warner. Indeed, the philosopher could
not very easily have been induced to separate himself again from the
beloved Eureka; and Sibyll was more occupied at that hour with
thoughts and prayers for the beloved Hastings,--afar, a wanderer and an
exile,--than with the turbulent events amidst which her lot was cast.

In the storms of a revolution which convulsed a kingdom and hurled
to the dust a throne, Love saw but a single object, Science but its
tranquil toil. Beyond the realm of men lies ever with its joy and
sorrow, its vicissitude and change, the domain of the human heart.
In the revolution, the toy of the scholar was restored to him; in the
revolution, the maiden mourned her lover. In the movement of the mass,
each unit hath its separate passion. The blast that rocks the trees
shakes a different world in every leaf.

CHAPTER XI. THE TOWER IN COMMOTION.

On quitting the Tower, Alwyn regained the boat, and took his way to the
city; and here, whatever credit that worthy and excellent personage may
lose in certain eyes, his historian is bound to confess that his anxiety
for Sibyll did not entirely distract his attention from interest or
ambition. To become the head of his class, to rise to the first honours
of his beloved city of London, had become to Nicholas Alwyn a hope and
aspiration which made as much a part of his being as glory to a warrior,
power to a king, a Eureka to a scholar; and, though more mechanically
than with any sordid calculation or self-seeking, Nicholas Alwyn
repaired to his ware in the Chepe. The streets, when he landed, already
presented a different appearance from the disorder and tumult noticeable
when he had before passed them. The citizens now had decided what course
to adopt; and though the shop