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We stood, uncovered and reverent, beneath the 

 vaulted nave, looking down the long curved aisle, 

 bordered by the majesty of the clustered columns, 

 through the light illuminated screen of the choir, 

 full upon the sculptured and gem-set alabaster 

 reredos, above and beyond which stood the famed 

 group of windows of the lady chapel, mellowed 

 by the light of the streaming full moon. 



Rich in the blended mosaic of the floor, in the 

 dimmed canopy overhead, in the lightly arched 

 gallery of the triforium, in the mellow cross-lights 

 of the side windows, in the sombre carvings of 

 the choir, and above all in the marvellous glass 

 of the chapel, it was the very perfection of a wor- 

 shipful church. 



It was too nearly dark to examine the details 

 of the decoration, and we wandered down the 

 aisles, remarking here and there the bruised stat- 

 ues of the tombs, and halting before the sleeping 

 children of Chantrey to marvel how much somno- 

 lent repose can be cut in chiselled stone. 



11 But come," said the gentle Brother, " we have 

 only light enough left for the storied glass which 



