But he was destined to be known, not as a scholar, but as a preacher.

In his addresses from the pulpit the sturdy good sense of the man shook off the pedantry of the schools as well as the subtlety of the theologian.

He had little turn for speculation, and in the religious changes of the day we find him constantly lagging behind his brother reformers.

But he had the moral earnestness of a Jewish prophet, and his denunciations of wrong had a prophetic directness and fire.

"Have pity on your soul," he cried to Henry, "and think that the day is even at hand when you shall give an account of your office, and of the blood that hath been shed by your sword." His irony was yet more telling than his invective.