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in the renunciation of secular life, in submission to the most rigorous 
discipline.” One after another of his brothers and relatives, en- 
: thralled by his force of character, followed his example. When they 
had all left the castle of their fathers, “‘ Guido, the elder, addressed 
_Nivard, the youngest son, ‘To you remains the sole patrimony of 
our house.? ‘Earth to me and heaven to you, that is no fair 
partition,’ said the boy. He lingered a short time with his aged 
father, and then joined the rest. Even the father died a monk at 
Clairvaux in the arms of Bernard. . . . . But the monastery 
of Stephen Harding could no longer contain its thronging votaries. 
From this metropolis of holiness Bernard was chosen to lead the 
first colony. There was a valley in Champagne, not far from the 
river Aube, called the valley of Wormwood, infamous as a den of 
robbers: Bernard and his companions resolved to change it into a 
temple of God. It was a savage terrible solitude, so utterly barren 
that at first they were reduced to live on beech leaves: they suffered 
the direst extremity of famine, until the patient faith of Bernard 
was rewarded by supplies pouring in from the reverential piety of 
the neighbouring peasiints.” ? 
Here afterwards arose—the name being changed to the Noble, 
the Illustrious Valley—the magnificent Abbey of Clairvaux. But 
time brings its changes and chances to other places besides Stanley. 
Slairvaux is now a railway station on the line from Paris to Langres 
and Belfort, the remains of the abbey are turned into a prison, the 
Church was recklessly pulled down some seventy years ago to make 
room for a prison yard, not one stone has been left upon another, 
the very tomb of Bernard has not been spared. 
In the full fervour of this revival of monastic devotion the Cis- 
tercians were brought over to England, and the ruins of some of 
ir houses hold no low place among the beautiful things to be 
in this land of ours. I may mention Rievaulx and Fountains, 
Yorkshire; Tintern, in Monmouthshire; Netley, in Hampshire. 
tiver (Aire) flows by in a dark and discoloured stream. Waverley, 
‘ 1 Milman’s Latin Christianity, iii., 228, 229. 
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