The monastery; The abbot.

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hesitation with which Adam Woodcock asked a question apparently so
simple.
" With leather, lad?" said Woodcock; "ay, and with silver to the boot
of that. See here," he said, showing a secret slit in the lining of his bag
of 6ffice -" here they are, thirty good Harry groats as ever were struck in
bluff old Hal's time, and ten of them are right heartily at your service;
and now the murder is out."
Roland's first idea was to refuse his assistance; but he recollected the
vows of humility which he had just taken upon him, and it occurred that
this was the opportunity to put his new-formed resolution to the test.
Assuming a strong command of himself, he answered Adam Woodcock
with as much frankness as his nature permitted him to wear, in doing what
was so-contrary to his inclinations, that he accepted thankfully of his kind
offer, while, to soothe his own reviving pride, he could not help adding,
"he hoped soon to requite the. obligation."
"That as you list-that as you list, young man," said the falconer, with
glee, counting out and delivering to his young friend the supply he had
so generously offered, and then adding, with great cheerfulness,-" Now
you may go through the world; for he that can back a horse, wind a horn,
hollow a greyhound, fly a hawk, and play'at sword and buckler, with a
whole pair of shoes, a green jacket, and ten lily-white groats in his pouch,
may bid Father Care hang himself in his own jesses. Farewell, and God
be with you!"
So saying, and as if desirous to avoid the thanks of his companion, he
turned hastily round, and left Roland Greame to pursue his journey alone.
C0ater tilt it05t8.
The sacred tapers lights are gone,
Gray moss has clad the altar stone,
The holy image is o'erthrown,
The bell has ceased to toll,
The long ribb'd aisles are burst and shrunk,
The holy shrines to ruin sunk,
Departed is the pious monk,
God's blessing on his soul!
REDIVIVA.
TnE cell of Saint Cuthbert, as it was called, marked, or was supposed to
mark, one of those resting-places, which that venerable saint was pleased to
assign to his monks, when his convent, being driven from Lindisfern by the
Danes, became a peripatetic society of religionists, and bearing their patron's
body on their shoulders, transported him from place to place through Scotland and the borders of England, until he was pleased at length to spare
them the pain of carrying him farther, and to choose his ultimate place of
rest in the lordly towers of Durham. The odour of his sanctity remained
behind him at each place where he had granted the monks a transient
respite from their labours; and proud were those who could assign, as his
temporary resting-place, any spot within their vicinity. There were few
cells more celebrated and honoured than that of Saint Cuthbert, to which
Roland Graeme now bent his way, situated considerably to the north-west
of the great Abbey of Kennaquhair, on which it was dependent. In the
neighbourhood were some of those recommendations which weighed with
the experienced priesthood of Rome, in choosing their sites for places of
religion.