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posting at the corners of the streets the Emperor's edictcommanding the works of Martin Luther to be seized.

" Well, Doctor, will you proceed ? " is suddenly whisperedin our ear, as if the herald himself were at crar elbow, and hadspoken the words; and no sooner has the memory died awaythan Luther's valiant answer echoes through the memory:" Aye! though interdicted in every city I would go on."

Again the vision melts, and the instant afterwards themind pictures the humble Gospel group advancing slowlytowards the town of Erfurth; and then, in the distance,we sec a dim cloud of horsemen moving towards the car.On the troop sweep, like a wraith of morning mist beforethe wind, and presently we seem to recognise among theimaginary throng the features of Crotus, the Rector of theErfurth University, and Eobanus Hesse, the friend of Me-lancthon, and " prince of poets" (as Luther used to call him),and Euricius Cordus, and John Draco, together with a numberof Senators, and burghers, and members of the College — allcome forth to do honour to the man who had dared to declarewar against the Pope. At the head of the troop is seen aform that we know instinctively to be that of the youngenthusiast Justus Jonas,—he who when a law-student hadcrossed forests infested with robbers, and eities devastatedby the plague, to visit Erasmus at Brüssels, and who, nowthat he has turned theologian, has come forth to beg thathe may share with his beloved Luther the dangers of thejourney to Worms.

Then, as the car appears to draw nearer the town, freshcrowds of horsemen and pedestrians seem to start into sightat every turn, so that by the time the city gates are reachedthe highways are seen to be packed with one black mass ofspeetators, as if it were some great potentate entering the