The Greatest Works of Charles Carleton Coffin. Charles Carleton Coffin
Читать онлайн книгу.Esquire Brown, who sends for William's father.
"Your son is a heretic, I hear. Bring him to me at once, or I will put yon into jail."
"Would yon have me seek my eon to have him burned?"
"Go and bring him."
The constable soon has hold of William, who, to give him a taste of what is before him, pots him in the stocks, where he remains twenty-four hours, and then brings him to Esquire Brown.
"Is the bread turned to flesh when the priest blesses it?" asks the squire.
"I do not think it is."
"You are a heretic. Recant, and I will let you go."
"If you will let me go, and leave me to my own conscience, I will keep my opinions to myself."
"Will you go to confession?"
"No, sir."
"Put him in the stocks, and feed him on bread and water."
For two days and two nights he sits there, with a crust of bread and cup of water by his side; but the brave boy will not touch them. The bishop comes to make him say that he will go to confession and mass; but William refuses to accept liberty on those terms.
"If you will recant, I will help you on in life."
"Thank you, bishop; but I cannot, in my conscience, turn from what I believe to be truth."
"You must go to prison and be burned, if you do not recant."
"I cannot help it."
On the 27th of March, 1555, the boy goes to his death. His brother Robert walks by his side to comfort him.
"God be with thee, my son!" says his father, bidding him farewell.
"We shall meet again, father." He kneels upon the fagots and prays.
"Here is the queen's pardon if you will recant," says the sheriff.
"I cannot accept life on those terms."
"Put the chains around him."
"As you are about to bum here, so shall thou burn in hell," says a bigoted priest. The fagots kindle.
"Good-bye, William; be of good cheer."
"Good-bye, Robert. I fear neither torture nor death. Lord Jesus, receive my spirit" So he lays down his life for liberty.
Bishops Latimer and Ridley are very obnoxious to Mary. On the 16th of October, 1555, they are burned at Oxford.
Archbishop Crammer loves life. In a moment of weakness he signs a paper condemning the Reformation; but he repents of the act, and is burned, March 21st, 1556. When the fire rises around him, he holds his right hand in the flames till it is burned to a crisp.
"This unworthy hand!" he exclaims, and then commits his soul to Jesus.
The Sheriff of Oxford makes out his bill to the queen:
Latimer, and Ridley, and Cranmer were heretics. But Mary had another reason for burning them: they had given an opinion in the question of her mother's divorce Henry demanded their opinion, and for giving it they must be put to death.
For three years the fires blaze. It is not that Mary has any personal hatred toward the men and women whom she causes to be executed. But they will not acknowledge that the Pope is the head of the Church; they do not believe that the bread is changed into the body of Christ when the priest blesses it. they think for themselves; and that is not to be tolerated. It is heresy, to be exterminated. Mary thinks of herself as being responsible for the eternal welfare of the people. The Church of Rome demands the rooting-out of the heretics, and she must obey, or lose her own soul. Thousands are cast into prison; and the poor men and women suffer terrible hardships, lying on the cold stones of the Old Marshalsea Prison, in London, or in the Bocardo, at Oxford. Families are broken up. Orphans beg their bread from door to door, or else starve in the streets. By way of warning, some heretics are burned on the hand and liberated. Women are compelled to do penance in public, standing all day with a lighted torch in their hands, exposed to the insults of a motley rabble. No one may succor them — no one take pity. They suffer for conscience' sake. It is the protest of heroic souls in behalf of liberty. They will suffer every indignity, and give their bodies to be burned, rather than yield their convictious of right and duty. Through such sacrifice freedom comes to the human race.
Does such harshness exterminate heresy? On the contrary, the harsher the treatment of heretics, the more they multiply. Those who witness their heroism in death begin to think that there must he something in their cause which should command respect. the people are weary with the burnings. They begin to murmur. When the priests ascend the pulpit at St. Paul's Crass to preach, the mob hoots them down.
Philip is tired of England. He intended to be king; but Parliament will not let him be crowned. lie is only a figure-head — a man of straw, with no voice in public affairs. He is tired of Mary; she is almost old enough to be his mother — pale, weak, sickly, quernlous — always repeating her prayers. He is gross in all his tastes. He loves bacon-fat, and can eat a dish of it at a meal. He cannot gratify all his tastes in England ; he will cross the Channel to Brussels, and visit his father. He bids Mary farewell, promising with his lips soon to return, but intending never to set foot in England again unless ho can be king. We shall see him at Brussels.
CHAPTER XIX
HOW LIBERTY BEGAN IN FRANCE
THIRTY years have passed since Doctor Lather nailed his paper upon the door of the Wittenberg church. During this time men have been thinking for themselves in France as well as in Germany. In the old town o£ Meaux men first began to be independent in thought It was a wicked place, and the priests were no better than the people — drinking wine and leading dissolute lives.
One day a man came to Meaux bringing a Bible which a priest — James Le-fevre — had translated into the French language. He told the people that they must repent of their wrongdoing and live righteously, and preached so faithfully that in a short time the place became one of the most orderly in all France. Instead of swearing, the peasants sung psalms. Instead of carousing after the work of the day was over, they held prayer-meetings. Some of the peasants became preachers, and went into other towns, and so the new religion began to spread. One of those who accepted the new faith was Bernard Palissy, a poor potter. He could set glass, draw portraits, and used to, paint images of the Virgin. He travelled from village to village, getting a scanty living. He went down into the south-west comer of France, to Saintes. One day he saw an enamelled teacup, of Italian manufacture. Nobody in France could make such a cup. How was the glazing put on? It must be by heat. What was it composed of? He would find out. He built a furnace, made experiments, but the glazing would not melt He sat six nights in succession