For truth's sake and his conscience, that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em! What more?

CROMWELL. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.

WOLSEY. That's news indeed!

CROMWELL.

Last, that the Lady Anne,

Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,

This day was view'd in open as his queen,

Going to chapel; and the voice is now

Only about her coronation.

WOLSEY. There was the weight that pull'd me down.

O Cromwell!

The king has gone beyond me; all my glories

In that one woman I have lost forever.

No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors,

Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now

To be thy lord and master. Seek the king;

That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him
What and how true thou art; he will advance thee.
Some little memory of me will stir him —

I know his noble nature not to let

Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make use now, and provide

For thine own future safety.

CROMWELL.

O my lord!
Must I then leave you? must I needs forego
So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord!
The king shall have my service, but my prayers
Forever and forever shall be yours.

WOLSEY. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.

Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell:
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of—say, I taught thee;
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor,
Found thee a way, out of his wrack, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't?
Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.

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 Crom

well!

Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king;

And, prithee, lead me in:

There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal
I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

CROMWELL. Good sir, have patience.
WOLSEY.

So I have.

Farewell

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

[Exeunt.

SHAKESPEARE.

NOTES

Addison, Joseph, was born at Milston, England, in 1672. He is chiefly remembered as the author of the best essays in The Spectator, and was, without doubt, the most representative among English prose writers of his time. He died in 1719.

à Kempis, Thomas, was born at the village of Kempen in Rhenish Prussia, in 1380. In 1399 he entered the monastery of St. Agnes, where his brother John was prior. In addition to their religious duties the brothers of this monastery were famous book-makers. Thomas soon became an expert copyist, and his manuscript copies of the Bible were wonderfully executed and highly prized. It is believed that he began the Imitation of Christ either just before or soon after his entrance into the priesthood. This work engaged about ten years. Next to the Bible, it is the most universally translated book in the world.

Aldrich, Thomas Bailey, was born at Portsmouth, New Hampshire, in 1837. In 1854 he went to New York city, and soon began writing prose sketches and articles for journals and periodicals. He is perhaps better known as a poet than prose writer. In 1881 he became editor of the Atlantic Monthly, which he directed for nine years. He died in 1907.

Azarias, Brother (Patrick Francis Mullany), was born in Ireland in 1847. His parents came to America when he was a child and settled in New York, where the bright lad attended the district school. Later he attended an academy conducted by the Christian Brothers in Utica, New York. While yet young he was received into the order of the Christian Brothers. In 1875 he was made president of the Rock Hill College, Maryland. For six years prior to his death in 1893 he was professor of English literature in the De La Salle Institute in New York city. He has

left us many valuable contributions, among which are Old English Thought, Phases of Thought and Criticism, and Books and Reading. He died at the age of forty-six.

Bacon, Roger, a Franciscan monk, was the greatest natural philosopher of the Middle Ages. He was born in Somersetshire, England, about 1214. He died about 1294. He was master of several languages, and was highly proficient in the sciences. His progress along scientific lines was so much in advance of the time in which he lived that he was not appreciated by the people of this age. In intellectual ability he was the peer of any philosopher of the seventeenth century. He was a voluminous writer on scientific subjects. The Opus Majus is his greatest work.

Bancroft, George, was born in Massachusetts in 1800. He graduated from Harvard in 1817 and went to Germany for study. While a student at the universities of Germany, he determined to make history a specialty. In 1834 he published the first volume of his History of the United States. He was Secretary of the Navy under President Polk. From 1846 to 1849 he was United States Minister to Great Britain. He was afterwards Minister to Germany. He died in 1891.

Botta, Anne Charlotte Lynch, a Catholic writer, was born at Bennington, Vermont, in 1820. She wrote many essays, reviews, and some poems, and founded the prize awarded every five years by the French Academy for the best essay on The Condition of Women. Mrs. Botta's Handbook of Universal Literature has been widely used as a text. She died in 1891.

Browning, Robert, was born at Camberwell in 1812. After he was fourteen he was educated by tutors. When very young, he determined to make literature his life work. In 1846 he married Elizabeth Barrett, and most of his life thereafter was spent in Italy. He died in Venice in 1889. Browning is considered one of the greatest of modern English poets.