m, and walked, in great disorder and
irresolution, to and fro the chamber; and strange it was to see the
contrast between himself and Warner,--both in so much alike, both
so purely creatures out of the common world, so gentle, abstract, so
utterly living in the life apart: and now the student so calm, the
prince so disturbed! The contrast struck Henry himself! He paused
abruptly, and, folding his arms, contemplated the philosopher, as, with
an affectionate complacency, Adam played and toyed, as it were, with his
beloved model; now opening and shutting again its doors, now brushing
away with his sleeve some particles of dust that had settled on it, now
retiring a few paces to gaze the better on its stern symmetry.

"Oh, my Allerton!" cried Henry, "behold! the kingdom a man makes out of
his own mind is the only one that it delighteth man to govern! Behold,
he is lord over its springs and movements; its wheels revolve and stop
at his bidding. Here, here, alone, God never asketh the ruler, 'Why was
the blood of thousands poured forth like water, that a worm might wear a
crown?'"

"Sire," said Allerton, solemnly, "when our Heavenly King appoints his
anointed representative on earth, He gives to that human delegate no
power to resign the ambassade and trust. What suicide is to a man,
abdication is to a king! How canst thou dispose of thy son's rights? And
what becomes of those rights if thou wilt prefer for him the exile, for
thyself the prison, when one effort may restore a throne!"

Henry seemed struck by a tone of argument that suited both his own mind
and the reasoning of the age. He gazed a moment on the face of the young
man, muttered to himself, and suddenly moving to the table, signed the
papers, and restored them to Adam, who mechanically replaced them in
their iron hiding-place.

"Now begone, Sir!" whispered Allerton, afraid that Henry's mind might
again change.

"Will not my lord examine the engine?" asked Warner, half-beseechingly.

"Not to-day! See, he has already retired to his oratory, he is in
prayer!" and, going to the door, Allerton summoned the attendants in
waiting to carry down the model.

"Well, well, patience, patience! thou shalt have thine audience at
last," muttered Adam, as he retired from the room, his eyes fixed upon
the neglected infant of his brain.

CHAPTER VI. HOW, ON LEAVING KING LOG, FOOLISH WISDOM RUNS A-MUCK ON KING
STORK.

At the outer door of the Tower by which he had en