Suppose a Coloneless, or a Majoress, or a Captainess received orders to lead her men up to a dangerous post, under a heavy fire, how would she do it?

Jesus tourned him about, and behelde her saynge: Doughter be off goode comforte, thy fayth hath made the safe.

To go the whole round of bowlers before, again putting, on either Copplestone or B. Goodwin was a mistake, I thought, and equally so were Molyneau's repeated attempts at bowling slow googlies.

We are accustomed to connect the death of Christ with the outflowings of His mercy […]