ly doomed to die by the voice of one of our number, he was of a surety lawfully redeemed from death by the warrant of two of us."
"Go to, go to," said Burley, "we know your motives; it was to send that silkworm—that gilded trinket—that embroidered trifle of a Lord, to bear terms of peace to the tyrant."
"It was so," replied Morton, who saw his companion begin to flinch before the fierce eye of Balfour—"it was so; and what then?—Are we to plunge the nation in endless war, in order to pursue schemes which are equally wild, wicked, and unattainable?"
"Hear him!" said Balfour; "he blasphemeth."
"It is false,” said Morton; "they blaspheme who pretend to expect miracles and neglect the use of the human means with which Providence has blessed them. I repeat it—Our avowed object is the re-establishment of peace on fair and honourable
