The wanderings of a pen and pencil . ns ofmarvel after the death of thesaint, some actual hermit re-sided here, administering piousinformation and counsel to themultitude of pilgrims, support-ing himself by voluntary con-tributions. Foundations of this hermitschapel and cell are evident in the cellars of the farm-house now occupying the situation. The obligingtenant, Mr. Hewit, and his niece (our kinswoman), led us to the wellunder the eastern end of the kitchen, still supplying the pure fluid forordinary purposes by the unsentimental pump aloft. Around the brink areremnants of ancient masonry
The wanderings of a pen and pencil . ns ofmarvel after the death of thesaint, some actual hermit re-sided here, administering piousinformation and counsel to themultitude of pilgrims, support-ing himself by voluntary con-tributions. Foundations of this hermitschapel and cell are evident in the cellars of the farm-house now occupying the situation. The obligingtenant, Mr. Hewit, and his niece (our kinswoman), led us to the wellunder the eastern end of the kitchen, still supplying the pure fluid forordinary purposes by the unsentimental pump aloft. Around the brink areremnants of ancient masonry. We turned away from the desolated antiquity, mindful of the histories ofsaints — the catalogue of cures, and the daily host of invalids, once the attri-butes of this quaint locality. One cannot wander in better ground, every thing is so perfectly ruralimmediately near to those places we describe, and the people themselves areso much as you would wish to find them. What think you now, quoth the Pencil, you are so grave ? I really. 1 he Abbess. 96 WANDERINGS OF A PEN AND PENCIL. imagine you wish yourself with the pilgrims to St. Edithas Well, believingall the droll things they believed, and as hungry for nonsense as those poorcreatures were. I was thinking, said I, of some remarkable lines written by Words-worth, which actually whirl one from the wakeful world into a philosophicdream. Tt refers to your own idea — most singularly too. To aid the votaress, miracles believd Wrought in mens minds like miracles achievd : So piety gaind root; and song could tell What humanising virtues round her cell Sprang up, and spread their fragrance wide around ; How savage bosoms melted at the sound Of gospel truth enchaind in harmonies, Wafted oer waves, or creeping through close trees. But enough of dreams of our own. We are now with footstep close uponanother point of remembrance. Of the two figures in religious habit introduced with the scenic ill us-trations, the full length is takenfr
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