Boy though he was, he was a scholar, and wrote letters in Latin.

Young in years, he was mature in thought, he was a staunch Protestant, an earnest Christian.

Tudor though he was, he loved peace, and had no pleasure in the sufferings of others.

Was ever such a king?
"Alas," said some one, "that he is but a boy!" The sight which presented itself within the walls of that gloomy fortress, the Tower of London, on the day of Edward the Sixth's proclamation, was an impressive one.

Amidst a crowd of bishops and nobles, who bowed low as he advanced, the pale boy-king came forward to receive the homage of his new subjects.
Surely, thought some, as they looked, that little head is not fitted to the wearing of an irksome crown.