Excerpt: On the last morning of Queen Anne?s life, a man, deep in thought, was slowly crossing Smithfield. The eyes of a clergyman passing in a carriage were bent upon him. The carriage stopped, the wayfarer looked up, and the two men knew each other. The one on foot was the dissenting preacher, whom Queen Anne used to call ?bold Bradbury.? The other was Bishop Burnet. ?On what were you so deeply ...