CHAPTER VII.
LATIMER'S JOURNAL, IN CONTINUATION Sheet 2.
I have rarely in my life, till the last alarming days, known what it was to sustain a moment's real sorrow.

What I called such, was, I am now well convinced, only the weariness of mind which, having nothing actually present to complain of, turns upon itself and becomes anxious about the past and the future; those periods with which human life has so little connexion, that Scripture itself hath said, 'Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.' If, therefore, I have sometimes abused prosperity, by murmuring at my unknown birth and uncertain rank in society, I will make amends by bearing my present real adversity with patience and courage, and, if I can, even with gaiety.

What can they--dare they-do to me?
Foxley, I am persuaded, is a real Justice of Peace, and country gentleman of estate, though (wonderful to tell!) he is an ass notwithstanding; and his functionary in the drab coat must have a shrewd guess at the consequences of being accessory to an act of murder or kidnapping.

Men invite not such witnesses to deeds of darkness.

I have also--Alan, I have hopes, arising out of the family of the oppressor himself.