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emotion as he laid his hand upon her children who, in former troublous head.

times, had sought shelter at Rivels" Daughter," said he, “I am a by. servant of the altar, and may not The threatened attack had not gird on sword again save in dire ex- taken the abbot by surprise. Those tremity ; but-before finger shall be few feudal retainers whose services laid upon you here, at Rivelsby, he could still command had either against your will, I will try whether been already quartered within the good steel will bite yet, or whether walls of St Mary's, or in the two the hand that was Guy Fitz-Waryn's home granges which stood in the has lost its cunning!

adjacent meadows. Gaston the "Thanks, thanks, noble lord ab- Angevin, to whom the superior inbot,” said Gladice, still bending her trusted his most private orders, had head as she clasped his hand “yet already, at the first alarm, sent to oh! why was I born, thus to bring call in these latter ; and although harm and peril upon the few who some took care not to obey the sumlove me!"

mons until it was too late to hope to Waryn Foliot had lingered on the escape the hostile riders who soon battlements as though he would sa- swept the abbey round, they were tisfy himself, by a last look, of the precisely those whose unwilling sercharacter of the advancing foe, before vice could best be spared. Foliot, he betook himself to the duties of too, had despatched a trusty messenthe defence. His eyes were on the ger to raise the tenants of the Leys; road that led from Swinford Bridge, but the most of them had followed but not a sound of the last speaker's their lord and his elder son to join voice escaped him. He had com- King Richard's banner, and the broad pleted his reconnoissance, and as he lands could furnish now but a sorry passed close by Gladice, towards the contingent of such as were either too terrace-steps, he laid his hand gently young or too old for hard service : upon her arm. The touch was so and the present resources of Rivelsby light, it might have been only an in- could not afford, in case of a convoluntary emphasis to his words. tinued investment, to maintain more

"Lady," he almost whispered, "that idle mouths than legitimately bewas not wisely said. The prayer in longed there. Only a very few, therethe cloister, the toil of the student, fore, of the Foliot retainers, but those are well; but do not grudge us what picked men and true, had come in to is better still-the sacrifice for others, reinforce the little garrison. But which is the true discipline of men." amongst the Benedictines themselves

He neither looked at her as he there were many who, like Gaston, spoke, nor waited for reply. With a had been stout soldiers in their youth; quick light step he hurried down into and though the abbot would have the quadrangle below, where Danne- required from none of them a service quin the Brabanter, joyful with the which was against the letter of their news of expected battle, was shower- vows, he had only smiled quietly ing encouraging epithets on his men, when he looked in at the armourer's as they ran together from their quar- forge, and saw two or three of the ters, with little reverence for the quiet brotherhood trying on the grave monks within hearing, who quaint old armour which had lain stood listening with a scandalised there since the fighting times of King amusement. The abbot meanwhile Stephen. There were others, too, accompanied his fair guests to their who, though they might have conapartment in the garden tower—a scientious scruples against donning quarter of the abbey which, protected the outward trappings of a soldier, as it was by a lofty range of build- were prepared to serve on the walls, ings, consisting of the stabling and and aid in working such scant artilother conventual offices, lying be- lery of arbalists and mangonels as tween it and the outer wall of de- the stores of Rivelsby could furnish; fence, gave the best promise of secu- and who would not be found perhaps rity against attack from without, to do worse service because they and for that reason had always been looked for a higher defence than steel assigned to the use of women and cap or cuirass.


It would have been doubtful the superior's chair, whose secret whether Sir Godfrey, in his present sympathies were known to be with mood, and followed as he was by the prior—“no, abbot ; the best is many whose main object was plunder, to come; the noble Lord de Lacy would have thought it needful to use and Sir Godfrey will hang thee over towards his present enemies even the thy great gates, if thou keep them common courtesies of war. It was shut against their powers but an hour Le Hardi whose calmer persuasion longer. prevailed on him at least to send to Did the Lord de Lacy say this ?" the abbot a formal summons to sur asked the abbot, in the same calm render. He had even urged him, but voice. in vain, to wait the arrival of de “Yea, and more," said Gundred. Lacy's force in case of refusal, before Possibly the quiver of Abbot Martin's having recourse to extremities, in the lip deceived him. hope that, in the face of such an over- "I have heard that Ralph de Lacy, whelming array, the defenders of the misled by evil men, hath taken arms monastery would see the hopelessness against the king but I know he of any resistance.

said no such word of the kinsman Abbot Martin received Sir God of the Lady Alice. You have lied, frey's emissary in his chapter-house, sir, in your office-lied, where truth in the presence of his chief officers and honour were your only warrant The terms of the message were brief of protection. Get you gone! the and peremptory.

Lord de Lacy uses no such tools as “I am charged, my lord abbot," thee !” said Gundred, who wasted but scant "Liar in thy teeth !” shouted Guncourtesy at any time, least of all to dred, whose hardihood had faced Sir those of the abbot's calling—"to bid Godfrey himself when the ght you deliver up the persons of a chap- had chafed him. “But I came here lain priest by name Giacomo, and a on a fool's errand, to bandy words boy called Giulio, whom you hold in with shavelings !”. despite of the Knight of Ladysmede; The abbot started from his seat, also of the Lady Gladice of Willan's but, quick as the words were spoken, Hope, his ward; and this within an the sacrist's brawny arm had been

raised, and had struck the ribald to "Not in an hour, nor in a lifetime, the ground, be it long or short," replied the abbot, “Lie still, dog!” he said, as he flushing

slightly at the man's insolent planted his foot upon his chest, and bearing—" you have my answer.” menaced him with the formidable

Softly, lord abbot," said Gun- knuckles. “I will drive the foul dred, in a sneering tone; "I have tongue into thy throat till thou shalt done but half my errand. Also, the never find it more, if I catch but a Knight of Ladysmede and the Lord mutter!" de Lacy demand you to set free your The sacrist might have actually prior, Hugh, whom you have unjustly fulfilled his threat, for Gundred was placed in durance ; and that you de- beginning to find voice, and would liver up the custody

of this abbey to have resisted had there been a hunthe said Hugh, appointed by Prince dred upon him instead of one, when John as the king's procurator here, the superior sternly interposed. until his majesty's good pleasure

“Brother Andrew," he said, "you may be taken as to your own mis- are over-hasty. We, of all men, used authority.”

should not be the first to smite. “Have you said all ?" asked the You know the holy text, - Qui superior, quietly.

capit gladium'No," replied the messenger, grow

Either the abbot was at fault in ing yet bolder as he caught an ap- his quotation, or it struck him that proving glance from a monk behind it was not so entirely applicable to

hour's space.

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poor Andrew's natural weapons ; but nastery on the night of Foliot's arthe latter drew back discomfited in rival. He could hear much of the his turn by his superior's rebuke, conversation in the outer room, and and allowed his antagonist to rise. the lay brothers who ministered to

Muttering and blaspheming, though his wants carried backward and fornot yet recovered from the blow, it ward to each other the last scraps of was with some difficulty that two information. The patient's eyes were stout serving-men forced him from closed, as they had been usually when the abbot's presence, and passing any of the monks were present; he him across the drawbridge, where a had plainly suffered considerably groom waited with his horse, raised from the pain of his wounds, though it again behind him, and cut off nothing more than a subdued groan Rivelsby from all further parley with had escaped him, and his replies to its enemies.

the brethren's attentions had been The disgraced messenger scarcely principally by signs. But that evencared to carry back to his master the ing he raised himself on his pallet, whole truth as to his reception. He and, beckoning one of the monks told enough, however, to increase towards him, inquired in an indisSir Godfrey's rage, if that were pos- tinct voice for the abbot. There was sible. Archers and crossbow-men some hesitation at first, knowing as were at once thrown forward, and for all did the pressing calls upon the some two hours a brisk attack was superior's attention, in complying kept up against the walls of the with the sufferer's request for an inmonastery. But, unprovided with terview. So urgent, however, did the any of the larger engines for a siege, man seem, eking out his few words it soon became evident that the with impatient signs, that out of pure Crusader had given the more prudent compassion it was determined at least counsel, and that little impression to inform the superior of his wishes. would be made upon those strong The same motive would alone have defences until the force of de Lacy sufficed to have brought Abbot Martin joined them. As the evening fell, to his bedside; but he did not comply all active hostilities were suspended, less readily when he remembered and, drawing their forces all round, that it was possible that his commuthe confederates waited for the morn- nication might have some reference ing to bring them such aid as should to their enemies without. Carrying secure their prey.

Foliot with him, the churchman reHeavily the shadows fell on Rivels- paired once more to the chamber hy, and, flashing up through the in- where the wounded prisoner lay. creasing darkness, the watchfires of The bandages had been partly retheir besiegers showed how close moved from the wounded jaws, and and complete was the leaguer. The the instant that the abbot saw the shouts and challenges of their ene- hollow eyes that were anxiously mies, almost their very words, could turned upon him at his entrance, he be heard through the still air by the recognised their expression. There monks, who were listening on the was no doubt that he saw lying ramparts. Nothing was spoken of before him the Gascon esquire who that evening, after the vesper service, had carried to Longchamp the inforbut the peril of their situation, and mation of the conspirators' intended their chances of relief ; for the main movements. Dubois saw that the taining themselves against a besieg- abbot knew him, and breaking the ing force for any length of time was silence that he had hitherto mainsimply impossible with their present tained, as much from sullenness as resources. As the old monks sat by from difficulty of speech,—though their fire in the infirmary, they too every word still cost him evident discussed, with all the garrulity of pain and effort,-he addressed him their years, this new and terrible at once abruptly. emergency. In a smaller chamber “Where is the Lady Gladice ?” he close adjoining lay the wounded man, asked. who had been carried into the mo- It was Waryn answered him, with something of haughtiness in his tone. had all gone well. By hell, but she Certainly they had hardly visited were worth the chance !" him in order to give him this infor- “You dared to plan this bold game, mation. “She is safe," he replied. then, for yourself," said the abbot,

Dubois took no notice, but looked looking at him possibly with less disfrom him to the abbot.

gust than before. " Tell me," he said —" you will Ay," replied Dubois_" why speak truly

not ? I have gold-honestly mine "She is here, and in safety--but own. She might well have been you have scarce the right to ask.” worse mated, too; but it is over now

“It is well,” said the Gascon. -I have a hurt here I may scarce

“How ?” exclaimed the abbot- recover from.” A half groan escaped “it repents you, then, of your evil him as he spoke, not so much from deed—you rejoice that it failed ?” pain, it seemed, as from some other

The Gascon gave no intelligible emotion. “I have had more kindsign or answer.

ness in your house, lord abbot, than Confess, wretched man,” said Ab- I have known in life ; I am glad bot Martin,“it was Sir Nicholas that the lady is safe--and I have le Hardi set you on this accursed er- somewhat on my mind to say—if this rand ?”

be my last confession, as I guess.Dubois nodded an assent.

But, I can speak no longer now. “You would have carried her to The wounds in his face had burst him at Huntingdon?"

out afresh with the exertion, and his “No!” said the wounded man, mouth was full of blood. The abbot raising himself on his elbow, and turned from him with a face of chaspeaking more distinctly than before ritable pity, and calling one of the -“ Never!"

brothers of the infirmary to attend "Why, how then ?" asked the abbot him, returned thoughtfully to the yet in some surprise.

more painful duties that awaited him. “Do you hold me for nothing but It was near midnight when he the slave of other men's passions stood again alone by the Gascon's -have I neither will nor object of pallet. Slowly, with painful efforts my own ?"

which drained his life at every word, “What !” exclaimed Waryı, “ you Dubois poured into the abbot's pahave not dared

tient ear the confession by which he “I have dared much, young sir," sought thus late to make his peace said the Gascon, contemptuously. with Heaven. If Giacomo's tale “The lady had been far on the way needed confirmation, Abbot Martin to France, and mine, by this time— found it there.



GALEN and GLAUBER! men of pill and potion,
Pestle at present pitilessly plying,
Say, which of all our friends of MERRY CHRISTMAS

Chiefly befriends you ?
Is it The Goosent the wonder of beholders,
Boundless of breast, and fathomless of “apron” I-
Apron contriv'd expressly for containing

Savoury stuffing ?
Or THE PLUM-PUDDING, that great globe of gladness,
Mild in his mirth, yet making longest faces
Round as his own, with inward satisfaction,

On his appearance ?
Or THE MINCE-Pie, his not unworthy kinsman,
Wreath'd in a flame that brightens all around him,
Making each plate a mimic MONGIBELLO,

Sometimes call'd ETNA ?

Or THE SCOTCH Bun, high-flavour'd with GLENLIVET,
Hard in his bide, and harder in his inwards,
Yet the belov'd of ev'ry youth and maiden

North of the Border ?

Or THE SHORTBREAD, with richest pearls encrusted-
Not to be drunk like that of CLEOPATRA,
But to be met by simple mastication-

Tooth-trying process !
GALEN and GLAUBER ! potent are these allies-
Faithful they are, and zealous in your service-
Bringing each year a still-increasing harvest

Into your garner.
Pleasant to all is dear old FATHER CHRISTMAS-
Pleasant his feasts and all his kind vagaries-
Pleasant to you are also his successors-


* Well-known as eminent druggists-gentlemen of much talent and humour, who will no doubt heartily enjoy our Sapphics and Adonians."

+ Some of our English friends may perhaps not be aware that in Scotland a goose is an essential part of a Christmas dinner. A lady of our acquaintance went to order her goose for this last Christmas at a poulterer's shop in Edinburgh. “ You sell,” she said, “ a good many geese just now, Mr Muirhead?” “A good many, ma'am," was the answer. One gentleman has just ordered a hundred and sixty-three of them.” We have great pleasure in adding the explanation of this remarkable fact-a gentleman (the manager of a manufactory of articles in guttapercha) bad ordered a Christmas goose for each of the workmen.

I No true Scotchman need be told that “the goose's apron” is the part which contains the stuffing. It is melancholy to think that in “The Christmas Carol" (the best, perhaps, of all his inimitable works) Mr DICKENS should have put the stuffing in the breast of the goose.

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