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This deadly night did last / / But for a little space, / / And heavenly day, now night is past, / / Doth shew his pleasant face: / / The mystie clouds that fall sometime, / / And overcast the skies, / / Are like to troubles of our time, / / Which do but dimme our eyes; / / But as such dewes are dried up quite / / When Phoebus shewes his face, / / So are such fancies put to flighte / / Where God doth guide by grace. / / GASCOIGNE.
It would be an act of positive inhumanity to leave the unfortunate / preacher any longer to his solitude, without taking some note, however / brief it may be, of his feelings and his sufferings. After consigning / his packet (which, as we have seen, was not only received, but / appreciated by -- the Protector) to the rocks and breezes of the Gull's / Nest Crag, he sat him down patiently, with his Bible in his hand, to / await whatever fate was to befall him, or, as he more reverently and / more properly termed it, "whatever the Almighty might have in store for / him, whether it seemed of good or of evil." The day passed slowly and / heavily; but before its close he had the satisfaction of ascertaining / that the parcel had disappeared.