of a yard of roast beef, and a black-jack full of double ale.'

The vassals dispersed with joyful acclamation, and the Monks, with equal jubilee, conducted the SubPrior into the refectory.

CHAPTER X.

Here we stand

Woundless and well, may Heaven's high name be bless'd for't!
As erst, ere treason couch'd a lance against us.

Decker.

No sooner was the Sub-Prior hurried into the refectory by his rejoicing companions, than the first person on whom he fixed his eye proved to be Christie of the Clint-bill. He was seated in the chimney-corner, fettered and guarded, his features drawn into that air of sulky and turbid resolution with which those hardened in guilt are accustomed to view the approach of punishment. But as the

Sub-Prior drew near to him, his face assumed a more wild and startled expression, while he exclaimed "The devil! the devil himself, brings the dead back upon the living!"

"Nay," said a Monk to him, "say rather, that Our Lady foils the attempts of the wicked on her faithful servants-our dear brother lives and moves."

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"Lives and moves!" said the ruffian, rising and shuffling towards the Sub-Prior as well as his chains would permit ; nay, then I will never trust ashen shaft and steel point more-It is even so,' " he added, as he gazed on the Sub-Prior with astonishment; "neither wem nor wound-not so much as a rent in his frock!"

"And whence should my wound have come?" said Father Eustace.

"From the good lance that never failed me before," replied Christie of the Clint-hill.

"Heaven absolve thee for thy purpose!" said the Sub-Prior; "wouldst thou have slain a servant of the altar ?"

"To choose!" answered Christie, "the Fifemen say, an' the whole pack of ye were slain, there were more lost at Flodden."

"Villain! art thou heretic as well as murderer ?" "Not I, by Saint Giles," replied the rider; "I listened blithely enough to the Laird of Monance, when he told me ye were all cheats and knaves; but when he would have had me go hear one Wiseheart, a gospeller, as they call him, he might as well have persuaded the wild colt that had flung one rider to kneel down and help another into the saddle."

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There is some goodness about him yet," said the Sacristan to the Abbot, who at that moment entered-" He refused to hear a heretic preacher."

"The better for him in the next world," answered the Abbot. "Prepare for death, my sonwe deliver thee over to the secular arm of our Baillie, for execution on the Gallow-hill by peep of light."

"Amen!" said the ruffian ; "'tis the end I must have come by sooner or later-and what care I whether I feed the crows at Saint Mary's or at Carlisle ?"

"Let me implore your reverend patience for an instant," said the Sub-Prior; "until I shall inquire"

"What!" exclaimed the Abbot, observing him. for the first time-" Our dear brother restored to us when his life was unhoped for !--nay, kneel not to a sinner like me-stand up--thou hast my blessing. When this villain came to the gate, accused by his own evil conscience, and crying out he had murdered thee, I thought that the pillar of our

main aisle had fallen-no more shall a life so precious be exposed to such risks, as occur in this Border country; no longer shall one beloved and rescued of Heaven hold so low a station in the church, as that of a poor Sub-Prior-I will write by express to the Primate for thy speedy removal and advancement."

"Nay, but let me understand," said the SubPrior ; "did this soldier say that he had slain me?"

"That he had transfixed you," answered the Abbot, "in full career with his lance-but it seems he had taken an indifferent aim. But no sooner didst thou fall to the ground mortally gored, as he deemed, with his weapon, than our blessed Patroness appeared to him, as he averred"

"I averred no such thing," said the prisoner; "I said a woman in white interrupted me, as I was about to examine the priest's cassock, for they are usually well lined-she had a bull-rush in her hand, with one touch of which she struck me from my horse, as I might strike down a child of four years old with an iron mace-and then, like a singing fiend as she was, she sung to me,

'Thank the holly-bush

That nods on thy brow;
Or with this slender rush
I had strangled thee now.'

I gathered myself up with fear and difficulty, threw myself on my horse, and came hither like a fool to get myself hanged for a rogue."

"Thou seest, honoured brother," said the Abbot to the Sub-Prior, "in what favour thou art with our blessed Patroness, that she herself becomes the guardian of thy paths--Not since the days of our blessed founder hath she shown such grace to any one. All unworthy were we to hold spiritual superiority over thee, and we pray thee to prepare for thy speedy removal to Aberbrothock."

"Alas! my lord and father," said the Sub-Prior, your words pierce my very soul. Under the seal of confession will I presently tell thee why I conceive myself rather the baffled sport of a spirit of another sort than the protected favourite of the heavenly powers. But first let me ask this unhappy

man a question or two."

"Do as ye list," replied the Abbot-" but you shall not convince me that it is fitting you remain in this inferior office in the convent of Saint Mary."

"I would ask of this poor man," said Father Eustace," for what purpose he nourished the thought of putting to death one who never did him evil."

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Ay! but thou didst menace me with evil," said the ruffian, "and no one but a fool is menaced twice. Dost thou not remember what you said touching the Primate and Lord James, and the black pool of Jedwood? Didst thou think me fool enough to wait till thou hadst betrayed me to the sack and the fork? There were small wisdom in that, methinks--as little as in coming hither to tell my own misdeeds--I think the devil was in me when I took this road--I might have remembered the proverb, Never Friar forgot feud.'"

"And it was solely for that-for that only hasty word of mine, uttered in a moment of impatience, and forgotten ere it was well spoken!" said Father Eustace.

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Ay! for that, and--for the love of thy gold crucifix," said Christie of the Clint-hill.

"Gracious heaven! and could the yellow metal-the glittering earth-so far overcome every sense of what is thereby represented?-Father Abbot, I pray, as a dear boon, you will deliver this guilty. person to my mercy."

"Nay, brother," interposed the Sacristan," to your doom if you will, not to your mercy--Remember, we are not all equally favoured by our blessed