case desperate, and, after having applied a blister to the nape of my neck, squeezed my hand, bidding me, with a woful countenance, recommend myself to God; then, taking his leave, desired the chaplain to come and administer some spiritual consolation to me; but, before he arrived, I made shift to rid myself of the troublesome application the Welshman had bestowed on my back. The fever soon after grew outrageous. I began to see strange chimeras, and concluded myself upon the point of being delirious; in the meantime, being in great danger of suffocation, I started up in a kind of frantic fit, with an intention to plunge myself into the sea; and, as my friend the sergeant was not present, would certainly have cooled myself to some purpose, had I not perceived a moisture upon my thigh, as I endeavoured to get out of my hammock: the appearance of this revived my hopes, and I had reflection and resolution enough to take advantage of this favourable symptom, by tearing the shirt from my body, and the sheets from my bed, and wrapping myself in a thick blanket, in which enclosure, for about a quarter of an hour, I felt all the pains of purgatory: but it was not long before I was recompensed for my suffering by a profuse sweat, that, bursting from the whole surface of my skin, in less than two hours, relieved me from all my complaints except that of weakness, and left me as hungry as a kite. Meanwhile our ship was ordered to be heaved down, victualled, and watered, for her return to England; and our captain, for some reason or other, not thinking it convenient for him to revisit his native country at this time, exchanged with a gentleman, who, on the other hand, wished for nothing so much as to be safe without the tropic: all his care and tenderness of himself being insufficient to preserve his complexion from the injuries of the sun and weather. Our tyrant having left the ship, and carried his favourite Mackshane along with him, to my inexpressible satisfaction, our new commander came on board in a ten-oared barge, overshadowed with a vast umbrella, and appeared in everything the reverse of Oakum, being a tall, thin, young man, dressed in this manner: a white hat, garnished with a red feather, adorned his head, from whence his hair flowed upon his shoulders, in ringlets tied behind with a ribbon. His coat consisted of pinkcoloured silk, lined with white, by the elegance of the cut retired backward, as it were, to discover a white satin waistcoat embroidered with gold, unbuttoned at the upper part to display a brooch set with garnets, that glittered in the breast of his shirt, which was of the finest cambric, edged with right Mechlin: the knees of his crimson velvet breeches scarce descended so low as to meet his silk stockings, which rose without spot or wrinkle on his meagre legs, from shoes of blue Meroquin, studded with diamond buckles that flamed forth rivals to the sun! A steel-hilted sword, inlaid with gold, and decked with a knot of ribbon which fell down in a rich tassel, equipped his side; and an amber-headed cane hung dangling from his wrist. But the most remarkable parts of his furniture were, a mask on his face, and white gloves on his hands, which did not seem to be put on with an intention to be pulled off occasionally, but were fixed with a curious ring on the little finger of each hand. NOTES. Change of Atmosphere.-The wet season had begun, with constant rain, thunder, and lightning. Bocca Chica. -The fort at the mouth of the river on which Carthagena stands. DIALOGUE BETWEEN WOLSEY AND CROMWELL. Wolsey. So farewell to the little good you bear me. And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter Cromwell, and stands amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell? At Crom.-I have no power to speak, sir. my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, Crom.-How does your Grace ? Wol.-Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, A load would sink a navy,-too much honour: O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. Crom. I am glad your Grace has made that right use of it. Wol. I hope I have: I'm able now, methinks, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,) To endure more miseries and greater far, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.- Crom.-The heaviest, and the worst, Wol.-God bless him! Crom.-The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord chancellor in your place. Wol.-That's somewhat sudden: But he's a learned man. May he continue For truth's sake, and his conscience; that his bones, Crom.―That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Wol.-That's news indeed! Crom.-Last, that the lady Anne, Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, This day was view'd in open as his queen, Only about her coronation. Wol.-There was the weight that pull'd me down. The King has gone beyond me; all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever: No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell, To be thy lord and master: Seek the king; That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him (I know his noble nature,) not to let Crom.-O my lord, Must I then leave you? must I needs forego O Cromwell, Wol.-Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, And-prithee, lead me in : There, take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! NOTES.-Wolsey was dismissed from power Oct. 17, 1529. He had ruled England with a haughty despotic sceptre, as the great minister of Henry VIII., for fifteen years-from 1515. He was as unprincipled as he was able, and it is to his training, in great part, that the gradual debasement of Henry's nature may justly be traced. His disgrace was immediately due to the discovery of a secret letter he had sent to the Pope, directly opposite in tenor to the despatches submitted to the king and approved of by him. His whole life was a gambler's throw for the highest prize the Papacy. For this he played with king and country in turn, and, when detected, naturally fell. Old with Service. He was now fifty-nine years old, and had been in the service of the king and of his father, Henry VII., since 1506, at latest. Their ruin.-The ruin princes inflict. Lucifer.-"How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, Son of the Morning." Isaiah, xiv. 12. Cromwell, Thomas.-Afterwards Earl of Essex. Said to have been the son of a blacksmith, at Putney, and of an alewife. He had been much abroad, and had served as a soldier in the Italian wars. afterwards Wolsey's secretary, and remained true to him when all besides forsook him. He became a strong friend of the Protestant party, but it seems as if, notwithstanding this, he had had a hand in the conspiracy by which Anne Boleyn was murdered. He himself was finally beheaded, in 1540. Sir Thomas More.-A man of fine genius and fine character, when bigotry did not pervert his better nature. He sided with the king about his divorce from Catherine, but he refused to acknowledge his supremacy as head of the Church, and was beheaded by the brutal Henry, in 1535. He was a bitter persecutor of the Protestants. Cranmer, Thomas.-Born, 1489. In 1528, when a doctor at Cambridge, he was chosen by the king on business He was He connected with the king's divorce, and His |