I too know, and know not how I know, that I shall never die in my bed." "God forfend!" cried Mrs.Leigh.
"And why, fair madam, if I die doing my duty to my God and my queen?
The thought never moves me: nay, to tell the truth, I pray often enough that I may be spared the miseries of imbecile old age, and that end which the old Northmen rightly called 'a cow's death' rather than a man's.

But enough of this.

Mr.Leigh, you have done wisely to-night.

Poor Oxenham does not go on his voyage with a single eye.

I have talked about him with Drake and Hawkins; and I guess why Mrs.Leigh touched him so home when she told him that he had no child." "Has he one, then, in the West Indies ?" cried the good lady.
"God knows; and God grant we may not hear of shame and sorrow fallen upon an ancient and honorable house of Devon.