According to that Beginning.
“Carry him forth and bury him. Death’s peace
Rest on his memory! Mercy by his bier
Sits silent, or says only these few words—
Let him who is without sin ’mongst ye all
Cast the first stone.”
Dinah Mulock.
A great crowd had assembled near Whitehall, and was lining Charing Cross and the Tiltyard below, on the morning of that 13th of February, when Sir Henry Bromley and his guard, with the prisoners in their midst, marched down the street to the Palace. Among them were Temperance Murthwaite and Rachel, and near them was Mrs Abbott. The crowd was deeply interested in the prisoners, especially the two priests.
“There is a Provincial!” said a respectable-looking man who stood next to Rachel.
“Ay, and there goeth a young Pope!” returned Temperance, grimly, in allusion to Hall.
“They bear a good brag, most of ’em,” said the man. “Would we were rid of ’em all, neck and crop!” said another.
“Pack ’em off to the American plantations!” suggested a third.
“If I dwelt there, I shouldn’t give you thanks,” replied the first.
“Find some land where nought dwelleth save baboons and snakes, and send ’em all there in a lump,” was the response.
“What think you, Rachel?” demanded Mrs Abbott, who was not often silent for so long at once.