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a monk's storYo 303
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"but I was true to Holy Church , and ready to obey the good abbot ' s suggestionwhen he said" My sonI know your heart
yearns for this unhappy , knight , , but you , must cut him © if . Rather destroy him in this world , than let him burn for ever and
ever I " There began to be much disorder and disquiet about the country
at this time , though our favoured part still kept much of the old . sanctity . Bat being sent by our holy abbot to a distant and
my lonel hood y hamlet nor , my I fell many in with infirmities some made very rude respect fellows me , — whom for you neither must
know that I was deformed sadly from my birth . There was none to deliver me from their hands . I believe they mistook me for another against whom their wrath was very hotand they
person _, began to treat me very cruelly , and had proceeded some way my old heart turning sick within methough I said a -
As poor I all deliverance seemed far from , mewhen I he many ard a sudden prayer . . _, soft say swift , rustle and rush , and the spirit- , Lady of Bayhurst had , .
thrown , herself meand snatched me from the hands of the ruffiansWith upon her arms , thrown around meshe turned proudly
. , round to the tormentors , with one piercing look of sorrow and anger —ah mehow lorious she looked !—at which they all scattered and
iled with , a simultaneous g cry . I just saw that one bright , resistlesslook of hersand thenwith an overpowering sickness , I fainted in
, , her When soft , car I recovered essing arms , what . was my horror to see what I had done _,,
and who was recovering me with all the semblance of the most angelic pity and goodness ! I strove to disengage myself , and utter
what should make this spirit avaunt , though the tears were in my eyes at so cruel a task—for she had been very good to me . But
she arrested me by such a look from those touching eyes— " Could you , father , could you curse me ? What evil have you known of "
me ?" The large tears standing in her lovely eyes , went to my heart ..
is " Oh hard , my to child do these ! " I thin cried gs , — not but thinking you must what be I an was evil say sp ing irit , , you " it .
know ! " " Why ? asked she very earnestly , u does your experience now
say so No ? , " no , and oh , that you were one who could be saved I for iny
heart warms to you , in spite of me ! Oh , that I might bless you I —but know you-must be a spirityou must have had some art ; ,,
or you could not have tamed those rude , fellows and saved me . " " you YesI have a spell , " returned she , not at all confused _,, " but
can What Then good says , did come your I try out own in of Church evil distress , about and the have the name tre I e not and of done our the fruits good good , abbot father to you for ? t ' "
he has always been , my mighty against , evil spirits , and yet ah ® , did
not move .
A Monk's Storyo 303
a monk ' s storYo 303
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Jan. 1, 1863, page 303, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01011863/page/15/