I then thought I heard my name pronounced by a voice so wondrously sweet that my senses were quite ravished.

Fain would I have prostrated myself, but my limbs refused their office.

Neither could I speak, for my tongue was also enchained." "Proceed, my son," observed Garnet; "I am curious to know what ensued." "Father," replied Guy Fawkes, "if the form I beheld was that of Saint Winifred,--and that it was so, I cannot doubt,--the enterprise on which we are engaged will fail.

It is _not_ approved by Heaven.

The vision warned me to desist." "You cannot desist, my son," rejoined Garnet, sternly.