III.

I took the train to Farringdon, From Farringdon I walked due E.; And musing there an hour alone, I scarce could think such things could be. At Smithfield――scene of martyrs slain―― I could not deem they died in vain.

And is it so? and can it be, My country? Is what we deplore Aught but a phase of idiocy? Is England Protestant no more? Is she led captive by a man―― The dotard of the Vatican?