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gone — and tbat it was ever there seems to the eye of sense 

 but a dream of the imagination, and a flight of fancy. 

 Yet amid its quiet and unbroken stillness there is a charm 

 that inalienably haunts the place, a magic that can 

 pourtray for us some fair llneaments of the sacred scene, 

 before evil hands invaded its repose and evil fest entered 

 to violate its peace, The eye of the soul can once 

 more picture the spot glorified as it was of old, and 

 peopled wlth the noble forms that blessed and dignified 

 their venerable and stately home. While the spirit's ear 

 can grandly realize the assertion of the legend, and induce 

 its possessor to believe, with the old neighbours from 

 whom I have listened to the reverently narrated account, 

 that, as he rambles among the green mounds, when all 

 nature seems asleep under the cloudless moon of a summer 

 midnight, he can hear the Canons still singing in their 

 Church beneath the dewy sward, and chanting their 

 solemn Office, at once an imploring deprecation of woe 

 to come and a requiem in lovlng valedictlon of days long 

 passed away. 



THOMAS HUGO. 



\_The Commiüee are happy to announce that the Author of 

 the foregoing Paper is ahout to publish an Appendix, contain- 

 ing, inter alia, copies of the Originals ofthe ducuments referred 

 to. They also intimate that he toill be glad to receive the 

 names of those who desire to possess the werk, addressed to him 

 in London ; and that, although it is to be expected that very 

 little if aught can still remain unnoticed, he earnestly solicits 

 to be favoured with the communication of any such new par- 

 ticulars, however minute or unimportant they may appear."] 



