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Foxe - The Book of Martyrs

The mystery of history is not completely dark, since it is a veil which only partially conceals the creative activity and spiritual forces and the operation of spiritual laws. It is commonplace to say that the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church yet what we are asserting is simply that individual acts of spiritual decision bear social fruit …For the great cultural changes and historic revolutions that decide the fate of nations or the character of an age is the cumulative result of a number of spiritual decisions … the faith and insight, or the refusal and blindness, of individuals. No one can put his finger on the ultimate spiritual act that tilts the balance, and makes the external order of society assume a new form… Persecution, powerless to destroy or even to shake this new community, made it only the more sensible of its own strength, and pressed it into a more compact body.

The mystery of history is not completely dark, since it is a veil which only partially conceals the creative activity and spiritual forces and the operation of spiritual laws. It is commonplace to say that the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church yet what we are asserting is simply that individual acts of spiritual decision bear social fruit …For the great cultural changes and historic revolutions that decide the fate of nations or the character of an age is the cumulative result of a number of spiritual decisions … the faith and insight, or the refusal and blindness, of individuals. No one can put his finger on the ultimate spiritual act that tilts the balance, and makes the external order of society assume a new form… Persecution, powerless to destroy or even to shake this new community, made it only the more sensible of its own strength, and pressed it into a more compact body.

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<strong>Foxe</strong>’s <strong>Book</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Martyrs</strong><br />

thus was led to the orchard.<br />

One day, when in the stocks, Bonner asked him how he liked his lodging and fare. "Well<br />

enough," said Willes, "might I have a little straw to sit or lie upon." Just at this time came in<br />

Willes' wife, then largely pregnant, and entreated the bishop for her husband, boldly declaring<br />

that she would be delivered in the house, if he were not suffered to go with her. To get rid <strong>of</strong><br />

the good wife's importunity, and the trouble <strong>of</strong> a lying-in woman in his palace, he bade Willes<br />

make the sign <strong>of</strong> the cross, and say, In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, Amen. Willes<br />

omitted the sign, and repeated the words, "in the name <strong>of</strong> the Father, and <strong>of</strong> the Son, and <strong>of</strong><br />

the Holy Ghost, Amen." Bonner would have the words repeated in Latin, to which Willes<br />

made no objection, knowing the meaning <strong>of</strong> the words. He was then permitted to go home<br />

with his wife, his kinsman Robert Rouze being charged to bring him to St. Paul's the next day,<br />

whither he himself went, and subscribing to a Latin instrument <strong>of</strong> little importance, was<br />

liberated. This is the last <strong>of</strong> the twenty-two taken at Islington.<br />

Rev. Richard Yeoman<br />

This devout aged person was curate to Dr. Taylor, at Hadley, and eminently qualified for<br />

his sacred function. Dr. Taylor left him the curacy at his departure, but no sooner had Mr.<br />

Newall gotten the benefice, than he removed Mr. Yeoman, and substituted a Romish priest.<br />

After this he wandered from place to place, exhorting all men to stand faithfully to God's<br />

Word, earnestly to give themselves unto prayer, with patience to bear the cross now laid upon<br />

them for their trial, with boldness to confess the truth before their adversaries, and with an<br />

undoubted hope to wait for the crown and reward <strong>of</strong> eternal felicity. But when he perceived<br />

his adversaries lay wait for him, he went into Kent, and with a little packet <strong>of</strong> laces, pins,<br />

points, etc., he travelled from village to village, selling such things, and in this manner<br />

subsisted himself, his wife, and children.<br />

At last Justice Moile, <strong>of</strong> Kent, took Mr. Yeoman, and set him in the stocks a day and a<br />

night; but, having no evident matter to charge him with, he let him go again. Coming secretly<br />

again to Hadley, he tarried with his poor wife, who kept him privately, in a chamber <strong>of</strong> the<br />

town house, commonly called the Guildhall, more than a year. During this time the good old<br />

father abode in a chamber locked up all the day, spending his time in devout prayer, in reading<br />

the Scriptures, and in carding the wool which his wife spun. His wife also begged bread for<br />

herself and her children, by which precarious means they supported themselves. Thus the<br />

saints <strong>of</strong> God sustained hunger and misery, while the prophets <strong>of</strong> Baal lived in festivity, and<br />

were costily pampered at Jezebel's table.<br />

Information being at length given to Newall, that Yeoman was secreted by his wife, he<br />

came, attended by the constables, and broke into the room where the object <strong>of</strong> his search lay<br />

in bed with his wife. He reproached the poor woman with being a whore, and would have<br />

indecently pulled the clothes <strong>of</strong>f, but Yeoman resisted both this act <strong>of</strong> violence and the attack<br />

upon his wife's character, adding that he defied the pope and popery. He was then taken out,<br />

and set in stocks until day.<br />

In the cage also with him was an old man, named John Dale, who had sat there three or<br />

four days, for exhorting the people during the time service was performing by Newall and his<br />

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