Bishop Gardiner was not a person to allow his prey to escape him if he
could help it. Notice was brought to him that John Foxe was proceeding
to Ipswich, to embark thence for the Continent; he therefore had
despatched Father Overton and another priest on his track, hoping by
some means to entrap him.
Great was the disappointment, therefore, of Father Overton, when he
found that Foxe was in the company of Master Gresham, whom he knew well
to be a prudent man; and still greater when, after all the trouble he
had taken, the whole party got safely on board and proceeded to sea.
His satisfaction may be supposed when he found that they had again
landed. He now felt confident that by some means or other he should be
able to get them into his power.
The only farmhouse in the neighbourhood where the voyagers could obtain
shelter was inhabited by Romanists. Indeed, a large number of the
country people were of that faith. Father Overton, guessing that they
would go there, rode off as fast at his steed could carry him, and
arrived first at the farmhouse.
Farmer Hadden and his wife were at home.
He speedily explained the object of his visit.
"They are fearful heretics," he remarked, "endeavouring to escape the
vengeance of our just laws against such people, and it would be a holy
and pious work in you, my friends, if you will follow my directions and
endeavour to deliver them into my hands. Feed them well, and treat them
well, and afterwards profess that you are followers of the Church of
Rome; but express your desire to be informed of the Protestant tenets,
and show an inclination to leave your present Church. Inform me of all
that is said; or, better still, is there not some place in the house
where you can conceal me, so that I may overhear their words? Thus,
without doubt, we shall get these people into our power, and you will
have performed a meritorious act."
Farmer Hadden and his dame listened to what was said. Now, although
they had not left the ancient faith, this was owing possibly to their
never having heard the Gospel preached. The proposal of the priest was
not, at all events, to their taste, and their hearts revolted at the
thought of the treachery they were required to undertake.
Still, they were timid people, and dreaded to offend the priest. A
third person, however, was present. It was their daughter Margery. She
had on several occasions heard the preachers, in King Edward's time,
telling in simple language the truths of the Gospel. She had also, with
her savings, purchased a Bible, which she carefully treasured up, and
kept in her own room, bringing it down at times to read to her father
and mother. Thus they, too, also had a knowledge of God's Word. Father
Overton, finding that they did not willingly enter into his views, began
to threaten them, telling them how many people had already been cast
into prison, to be given ere long to the flames, and that unless they
showed their love to the mother Church they too might suffer the same
fate. Margery said nothing, but, with her eyes cast on the ground, kept
spinning away as if scarcely heeding the words which were spoken.
At length the dame, fearing that the Father would put his threats into
execution, agreed to follow his wishes. Father Overton, therefore,
telling his companion to lead away their horses to a farm at some
distance, desired Farmer Hadden to place him in a cupboard whence he
could overhear all that was said by their guests. Margery well knew
that though he might hear he could not see. As soon, therefore, as he
was shut in, she, placing her spinning-wheel aside, threw her kerchief
over her head and hurried out to meet the voyagers.
She speedily encountered Master Gresham with John Foxe and Ernst. Her
voice trembled with agitation as she told them what had occurred; "But
do not blame my parents," she exclaimed; "they are forced to act as they
are about to do, and they themselves hate the very notion of betraying
you, their guests. Only be cautious, therefore, and remember that
whatever is said will be heard by hostile ears."
"Thank you, maiden; we will be cautious; but nevertheless we will speak
freely from God's Word. The fear of what man can do unto us should not
make us hold our tongues," replied Foxe.
Margery having given her warning, hurried back to the farm.
In a short time Master Gresham, with the preacher and Ernst, arrived,
and made arrangements with the farmer and his wife for the accommodation
of the whole party. Dame Hadden might have suspected that Margery had
warned her guests, but she said nothing, busily employing herself in
preparing provisions for them, aided by her daughter and serving-maid.
The fire was made up, pots put on to boil, and meat placed to roast,
while the farmer drew some flagons of his best beer. He resolved not to
show any lack of hospitality to those persecuted men, albeit they
differed from the Church to which he belonged. A blessing had been
asked by Master Foxe ere the feast began, and at its conclusion he rose
also to return thanks. He then from his pocket produced a copy of God's
Word, and spoke to all present of the love of God to perishing sinners.
"Could we but remember that `not a sparrow falls to the ground' but God
knoweth it, while `all the hairs of our heads are numbered,' surely we
should trust Him in all things, and understand how He is our loving
Father and Friend, and thus go to Him, trusting in the complete
salvation which Christ has wrought for us. We should go to Him on all
occasions direct for what we need, without any other mediator. Oh!
remember these words: `God so loved the world that He gave His only
begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but
have everlasting life.' Remember also these words, which Christ Himself
spoke: `Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that heareth My word, and
believeth on Him that sent Me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come
into condemnation, but is passed from death unto life. Verily, verily,
I say unto you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead shall hear
the voice of the Son of God, and they that hear shall live.' Yes, my
dear friends, many who are now dead in trespasses and sin, who have
never yet been born again, shall listen to the simple truth of the
Gospel, and gladly accept its life-giving offers."
Thus in the same strain he continued for some time, showing forth God's
love to man, man's need of a Saviour, the perfect and complete salvation
wrought by that Saviour for all who accept it, even though, like the
thief on the cross, they are deeply sunk in sin, and have not, till the
last hour of their lives, heard the sound of the Gospel. Even Margery
was surprised to hear Master Foxe speak thus, knowing that he was aware
who was listening to his words.
The day closed, and the visitors were shown to such sleeping chambers as
the house afforded. When all was quiet the farmer went to the cupboard
and released the priest. He came forth.
"I pray you, sir, that you will not betray these good people. Surely
nothing that was said deserves death or punishment of any sort. But hie
thee away from hence, and let me entreat you to forget what thou hast
heard," whispered Farmer Hadden, in an imploring tone.
"No, no," answered the priest; "I would not for much forget those words
spoken by Master Foxe. I knew not that such words were to be found in
the Scriptures. That they are there I am sure, or so learned a man as
he is would not have spoken them. Christ tells us that if we believe in
Him we have eternal life, and that is, I opine, glory and happiness
unspeakable. Not that we shall have, but that we have it; that we have
passed from death unto life. Christ Himself spoke those words. He does
not say that we have any works to do, any penances to perform, but
simply that we are to put faith in Him. The Church, I know, says
differently; but there is a sweet and gracious meaning in those words
which struck deep into my heart. I will stay and have more conversation
with Master Foxe."
"I will summon him then," said the farmer; "I too would fain hear more
of these things from his lips."
Most willingly the preacher rose from his couch, and sat himself down
with the farmer and Father Overton. The lamps were lighted, so that
God's Word might be read; and thus they sat till the grey light of
morning broke into the room: the minister explaining the simple plan of
salvation, drawing all his words from the fountain source. The sun rose
in a clear sky, and scarcely was the morning meal concluded, before one
of the shipmen came up to announce that the wind was fair, the sea calm,
and that they might all return quickly on board. Another passenger was
added to them. Father Overton desired to accompany the party abroad.
"My house, and all I possess, I will leave behind me," he observed; "and
no small amount of wealth, to gather which I was imperilling my soul.
If I went back, the fate I was designing for others would assuredly be
mine; and I would rather learn more of God's Word, and have my faith
increased, than go back yet ignorant, and perchance relapse again into
the fearful errors of Rome."
In God's good providence the vessel arrived in two days at Newport in
Flanders, whence the party travelled to Antwerp. There, among the
Protestants of that city, most of the voyagers found refuge; Master Foxe
and his family being entertained by Master Gresham. After some time,
the preacher, finding that he had many enemies in Antwerp who might
deliver him up to the secular power as a heretic, proceeded with his
family to Frankfort. Thence he continued on up the Rhine till he
reached Basle in Switzerland, where were found great numbers of
Englishmen who had been driven from their homes by persecution. That
city was already famous for printing, and here Foxe began his
inestimable work, giving an account of the martyrs who had suffered for
the faith from the earliest times; but these matters Ernst Verner did
not hear for some time afterwards.
With much sorrow Ernst Verner saw that true and faithful servant of
Christ take his departure from Master Gresham's house. He won the
hearts of all who knew him, and no one esteemed him more than did Master
Gresham and Lady Anne. Yet the lessons of wisdom he had given were
greatly interrupted by the life which the young lad was now called on to
live. A great and important ceremony was about to be performed at
Brussels; and Master Gresham, desiring to go there in proper state, took
Ernst with him to attend on him as his page. The sober citizen's gown
which the merchant generally wore was now exchanged for one of richer
materials, and cut according to the Spanish fashion of the times. Ernst
too was habited in a richer dress than he had ever before worn.
All arrangements being made, Ernst and several servants set off in
attendance on Master Gresham for the capital city of the Netherlands.
It had been for some time known that the Emperor--Charles the Fifth--
purposed to abdicate the throne in favour of his son Philip the Second,
now titular King of England, as well as of several small kingdoms and
provinces. The day fixed was the 25th of October of the year 1555. In
the magnificent hall of the residence of the Dukes of Brabant, the great
ceremony was to take place. At one end a spacious platform had been
erected, below which was a range of benches for the deputies of the
seventeen provinces, while upon the stage were rows of seats covered
with tapestry for the knights and guests of high distinction. In the
centre of the stage was a splendid canopy, decorated with the arms of
Burgundy, beneath which were placed three gilded armchairs.
At an early hour the larger portion of the hall was filled with persons
whose magnificent dresses and general bearing showed that they belonged
to the upper orders. Vast as was the hall, only such as they could find
room.
As the clock struck three, the Emperor entered--a decrepit man who,
although numbering only thirty-five years, looked much older. With one
arm he leaned on the shoulder of a tall and graceful youth, while his
other rested on a crutch. His hair was white, close-cropped, and
bristly, his beard grey and shaggy, his eye dark blue, his forehead
spacious, and his nose aquiline, but crooked; while his under lip was
heavy and hanging, the lower jaw projecting so far beyond the upper,
that he could with difficulty bring his shattered teeth together, so as
to speak with clearness. Behind him came his son Philip, and Queen Mary
of Hungary, the Archduke Maximilian, and other great personages
following, accompanied by a glittering throng of warriors, councillors,
lords and Knights of the Fleece. There was no lack of priests. The
Bishop of Arras was among them, serene and smiling, whatever might have
been passing in his heart. There, too, Ernst recognised one whom he had
seen in London--the Count of Egmont. His tall figure, delicate
features, and dark flowing hair, were not easily forgotten. His costume
was magnificent, unsurpassed by any. Near him stood the Count of Horn,
a brave admiral, but bold and quarrelsome--an unpopular man. Little did
they think that ere long they were to be betrayed by pretended friends,
and doomed to death by the sovereign whom they had faithfully served.
On the same platform were two other gallant men, the Marquis Berghen and
the Lord of Montigny--also doomed to suffer a cruel fate by their
treacherous master. Near Philip stood his favourite companion--a man
with a pallid face, coal-black hair, a slender and handsome figure--the
famous Ruy Gomez. Such were some of the many noted characters who had
assembled at the call of the Emperor.
As that man of hideous countenance and tottering steps entered the hall,
all present rose to their feet. At a sign from him they again took
their seats. He then seated himself in the centre of three chairs--one
occupied by Queen Mary of Hungary, the other by his son. A long oration
was now delivered by Philibert de Bruxelles, setting forth the Emperor's
reasons for abdicating the throne, his boundless love for his subjects,
and the imperative necessity he felt of maintaining the Catholic
religion in its purity. The deed of cession was then read, by which
Philip received all the Emperor's Burgundian property, including the
seventeen Netherlands.
Cries of admiration burst from the assembly as the address was
concluded. The Emperor then rose, and beckoning the Prince of Orange,
he leant as before on his shoulder, resting his other hand on his
crutch. The Prince had but recently returned from the camp on the
frontier, where, notwithstanding his youth, he had been appointed by the
Emperor to command his army against Admiral Coligny and the Duc de
Nevers. The Emperor spoke of his numerous expeditions and campaigns, as
also of eleven voyages by sea, his plans for the security of the Roman
Catholic religion, and his desire that his magnificent empire should be
governed by his son in a worthy manner, entreating the nation to render
obedience to their new sovereign, and above all things to preserve the
Catholic faith. Humbly he begged them also to pardon him for all errors
and offences he might have committed during his reign. The great
Emperor, sinking into his chair, wept like a child, while sobs were
heard throughout every portion of the hall.
Even Philip appeared touched. Dropping on his knee, he kissed his
father's hand. Charles, placing his hands on his son's head, then
blessed him, and raising him, embraced him affectionately, while Philip
uttered a few words expressive of his duty to his father, and his
affection for his people. He expressed his regret that he could not
address them in either French or Flemish, deputing the Bishop of Arras
to act as his interpreter. This duty was performed by the prelate in
smooth, fluent, and well-turned common-places, being replied to by Jacob
Mass, member of the Council of Brabant, much in the same style. Queen
Mary of Hungary, who had long been acting as Regent of the Netherlands,
imitating her brother in language, also rose and resigned her office.
After a few more orations the ceremony terminated, and the Emperor
slowly left the hall as he had entered. A stranger might have supposed
from what he had heard that the country had ever been happily and well
governed, and that there was every prospect of peace and prosperity for
the subjects of the new monarch. Alas! how different was the truth.
Ernst Verner, in spite of all that was said, could not forget the number
of innocent persons who had already been sacrificed on the altar of
bigotry and tyranny. Young as he then was, he knew full well the
meaning of those exhortations of the Emperor as to the necessity of
maintaining the Catholic religion in all its purity. It meant burn,
slay, destroy, or drive out of the realm, all who oppose the religion of
the priests of Rome--crush out with an iron heel every spark of liberty
of conscience, of freedom of thought, of Protestant principles. Ernst
found afterwards that Master Gresham's thoughts had agreed with his, and
that he anticipated fearful evils for the people of the Netherlands.