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    .a monk's stout. 307

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    4 Hol I, Edmond Cross , Conceive A Monk ...

    down from the trees in thick gusts with their shouts . De _Bayhurst and his castle were safe .

    Still the good abbot sent ine over to see how it was with hini . I ibund him alone with his wife in the great hall . He was traversing

    it in . great disorder with rapid strides , she was standing apaTt in a desponding attitude , her head drooping , her clasped hands fallen

    low before her . She was much paler and thinner than when I had seen her last , and I was altogether much struck with the change in her

    whole appearance . " Father Edmond , " cried Raymond , coming up _xapidly to me , " can you teach me how to manage a woman ? surely

    her name is wilfulness ! Will nothing ever teach you , " here he turned fiercely to his wife , " to speak and act like other people , and not to bring the common feeling of the whole land in execration

    upon _" Alas us ? " Ramondknow I cannotthat I am not of them yyou ,

    that it must , be so , , that I must for ever , offend them . I cannot hel " p Would it . " to heaven icere of them / ' retorted hethough with you

    , a softening voice at her evident distress . " How can I believe you love me love , when worth you ? thus What bring Ale the my "— very she life was in sobbing danger so ? p What iteousl is y

    your , — " you so distressed , my love ? " At the first pause in his wrath , at the first words of endearment ,

    with a little cry she rushed over to him breathless , she hid her face in his bosom , and clung to him as if she could not cling to him too

    ti which ghtly she , in one flew heartbroken to Mm haunt embrace s my . ears Somehow ; I can , hear that little it now cry quite with

    plainl I cannot y . tell much how it fared at Castle Bayhurst for some

    while after this event , for a dreadful chastisement fell upon our time part of A the fe country arful sickness , and kept and our fever hands broke full out of work a fever for a which long

    . , baffled us all , and spread like wildfire everywhere . It was of such a terrible malignant sort , and so many died of it , that none

    would nurse the sick but we monks , poor , humble servants of God as down we from are , and the so overwork we toiled . , In nig some ht and parts day , and of the some country of us it broke was

    know castle whisp , ered what but that my to think thi heart s . sickness was The so b was ell heavy tolled a jud and gment nig troubled ht and for the day , that scandal for I the did at dead not the ,

    till our wise abbot began to think that the sad sound had a bad effect on the sickand privately bade us to lessen the tollings .

    Before thatwe too , k by turns to b © constantly in the belfry ; and what with , watchings and prayers , and boiling down of physic ,

    we were all nearly worn out . And the whole country seemed as if stricken with a curse

    . I shall never forget one holy day . Those of the brethren that

    could do so , accompanied the holy abbot to the parish z 2 church *

    .A Monk's Stout. 307

    . a monk ' s stout . 307

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Jan. 1, 1863, page 307, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01011863/page/19/