The last convoy of books has been burnt--all, save the few which we were able to save and to bide beneath the cellar floor.

The people have been cowed for a moment, but it will not last.

As soon seek to quench a fire by pouring wax and oil upon it!" "You will get more books, then?
The work will not cease ?" "It will not cease.

More books will come.

Our brave Stillyard men will not long be daunted.