Robin Tremayne A Story of the Marian Persecution

"Ah, would we but only leave All things to our Father! Would we only cease to grieve, Wait His mercy rather! Meek resigning childish choice, Graceless, thankless pressing-- List...

"I falter where I firmly trod; And falling with my weight of cares Upon the world's great altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith."

"O yet, in scorn of mean relief, Let Sorrow bear her heavenly fruit! Better the wildest hour of grief Than the low pastime of the brute! Better to weep, for He wept too, Than la...

Few hours had been tolled on the great clock of Saint Paul's, or had rung across the water from the Tower guns, ere England knew what was the vengeance to be taken. Once more ro...

"So," prayed we, "when our feet draw near The river dark with mortal fear, And the night cometh, chill with dew, O Father, let Thy light break through! So let the hills of doubt...

A June morning in that summer found Isoult Avery seated by the window at work, and Robin Tremayne holding a book which he was _not_ reading. His eyes were intently watching the...

"O Day of endless brightness, dawn o'er these darkened skies! O Land of changeless beauty, break on these weary eyes! O Home whence no outgoing shall blind us with our tears-- O...

"We pass: the path that each man trod Is dim, or shall be dim, with weeds. What fame is left for human deeds In endless age? It rests with God."

Thus, to soft music, with sufficient minor chords to form a pleasant contrast to the glad notes of the grand chorus, glided in upon the stage of England the five awful years of...

While the party were still conversing, the post came in--always an important event at that day--and brought two letters for Isoult. The first was from Beatrice Dynham [fictitiou...

"And then she fell asleep; but God Knew that His Heaven was better far, Where little children angels are; And so, for paths she should have trod Through thorns and flowers, gave...

"Ere suns and moons could wax and wane Ere stars were thundergirt, or piled The heavens, God thought on me His child, Ordained a life for me, arrayed Its circumstances every one...

By birth a German-Swiss, probably from the neighbourhood of Basle. In contemporary notices often called Latimer's servant; but if the meaning of the word at that time be borne i...