The mass he might not sing or say, So, safe he sat in Durham aisle, And pray'd for our success the while. Is all too well in case to ride; The priest of Shoreswood - he could rein 'This churchman seems to have been akin to Welsh, the vicar of St. Thomas of Exeter, a leader among the Cornish insurgents in 1549. 66 This man," says Hollinshed, "had many good things in him. He was of no great stature, but well set, and mightilie compact: He was a very good wrestler; shot well, both in the longbow, and also in the cross-bow; he handled his hand-gun and peece very well; he was a very good woodman, and a hardie, and such a one as would not give his head for the polling, or his beard for the washing. He was a companion in any exercise of activitie, and of a courteous and gentle behaviour. He descended of a good honest parentage, being borne at Peneverin, in Cornwall; and yet, in this rebellion, an arch-captain, and a principal doer.”—Vol. iv. p. 958, 4to edition. This model of clerical talents had the misfortune to be hanged upon the steeple of his own church.1 1 [The reader needs hardly to be reminded of Ivanhoe.? Old Bughtrig found him with his wife; Sans frock and hood, fled for his life. Yet, in your guard, perchance will go." XXII. Young Selby, at the fair hall-board, When time hangs heavy in the hall, The vow'd revenge of Bughtrig rude, XXIII. "Here is a holy Palmer come, From Salem first, and last from Rome; On hills of Armenie hath been, The Mount, where Israel heard the law, And of that Grot where Olives nod, Saint Rosalie retired to God.' 1 "Sante Rosalia was of Palermo, and born of a very noble family, and, when very young, abhorred so much the vanities of this world, and avoided the converse of mankind, resolving to dedicate herself wholly to God Almighty, that she, by divine inspiration, forsook her father's house, and never was more heard of, till her body was found in that cleft of a rock, on that almost inaccessible mountain, where now the chapel is built; and they affirm she was carried up there by the hands of angels; for that place was not formerly so accessible (as now it is) in the days of the Saint; and even now it is a very bad, and steepy, and breakneck way. In this frightful place, this holy woman lived a great many years, feeding only on what she found growing on that barren mountain, and creeping into a narrow and dreadful cleft in a rock, which was always dropping wet, and was her place of XXIV. "To stout Saint George of Norwich merry, Cuthbert of Durham and Saint Bede, He knows the passes of the North, And seeks far shrines beyond the Forth; And warms itself against his nose, XXV. "Gramercy!" quoth Lord Marmion, "Full loath were I, that Friar John, That venerable man, for me, Were placed in fear or jeopardy. retirement, as well as prayer; having worn out even the rock with her knees, in a certain place, which is now open'd on purpose to show it to those who come here. This chapel is very richly adorn'd; and on the spot where the Saint's dead body was discover'd, which is just beneath the hole in the rock, which is open'd on purpose, as I said, there is a very fine statue of marble, representing her in a lying posture, railed in all about with fine iron and brass work; and the altar, on which they say mass, is built just over it."— Voyage to Sicily and Malta, by Mr. John Dryden, (son to the poet,) p. 107. Like his good saint, I'll pay his meed With angels fair and good. XXVI. "Ah! noble sir," young Selby said, "This man knows much, perchance e'en more Still to himself he's muttering, And shrinks as at some unseen thing. Last night we listen'd at his cell; Strange sounds we heard, and, sooth to tell, I cannot tell-I like it not- of his beads and "But Gargantua Friar John understood the soporific virtue breviary, as well as his namesake in Rabelais. could not sleep by any means, on which side soever he turred himself. Whereupon the monk said to him, 'I never sleep |