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"Way for the Governor!" cried the marshal "Shame on you, my masters! Way for his Honor and the worshipful Council!"

The three wooden steps leading down from the door of the Governor's house suddenly blossoold, as his Honor with the attendant Councilors e at the mob below

The Governor's honest moon face was quite pale with passion "What a devil is this?" he cried wrathfully "Did you never see a woman before? Where's the marshal? I'll imprison the last one of you for rioters!"

Upon the platform of the pillory, which stood in the centre of the antic frarizzled hair,--a strange thing, for he was not old I knew hiht by the Southae, but at that ti he thundered into a psal it at the top of a powerful and yet sweet and tender voice, and with a fervor and exaltation that caught the heart of the riotous crowd The twobeneath took up the strain; Master Pory added a husky tenor, eloquent ofThe audacious suitors, charmed into rationality, fell back, and the broken line re-formed The Governor and the Council descended, and with pomp and solemnity took their places between the maids and the two ministers ere to head the colu roll, and the procession moved forward in the direction of the church

Master Pory having lefthis brethren of the Council, and the mob of those who had co streamed away at the heels of the marshal and his officers, I found er, who now descended from the pillory and came up to me

"Captain Ralph Percy, if I mistake not?" he said, in a voice as deep and rich as the bass of an organ

"The same," I answered "And you are Master Jeremy Sparrow?"

"Yea, a silly preacher,--the poorest, meekest, and lowliest of the Lord's servitors"

His deep voice, ave the lie to the hu He saw, and his face, which was of a cast most martial, flashed into a smile, like sunshine on a scarred cliff