That forlorn little prelate was now poorer and more wretched than ever.

He was becoming paralytic, though young, and his heart was broken through want.

Leicester, always generous as the sun, gave him money, four thousand florins at a time, and was most earnest that the Queen should put him on her pension list.

"His wisdom, his behaviour, his languages, his person," said the Earl, "all would like her well.

He is in great melancholy for his town of Neusz, and for his poverty, having a very noble mind.