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benevolence, such as attending the sick, relieving the oppressed ; 
and often did he interpose his charitable interference between the 
severe taskmaster and his wretched slaves, when the latter were 
condemned, for some trifling offence, to undergo fearful mutilations 
or the cruel lash. Thus, in acts of piety, this man of God pursued 
his way, blessing and blessed, till his senses became enthralled by 
the surpassing beauty of a mountain nymph, who dwelt in a 
cottage not far removed from the friar’s lonely habitation. It was 
m one of his rambles, in search of some object of charity, that his 
eyes first encountered this lovely daughter of the Atlantic Isle, 
tending a herd of her father’s mountain goats on the adjacent hill’ 
ca ed ‘Goat Pound Ridge.’ They had strayed so far that she had 
vainly tried to collect them, and was returning tired and sad to her 
c welling, when encountering the monk, she humbly told her tale, 
and asked his assistance. It was readily accorded, for who could 
resist sucn an appeal, enhanced by so much beauty ? The scattered 
ock was re-united, and the young girl, gracefully acknowledging 
his services, with a light heart returned to her home. It would 
have been well for the good Father had that interview been the last, 
but fate ordained it otherwise. Again and again he sought her 
mountain cot, pouring into the maiden’s ear his tale of love and 
adoration, and finally besought her to be his bride. She promised, 
but on one condition only, to listen to his suit — he must renounce 
his creed and become of her faith. Upon these terms alone would 
she consent, and until he had resolved thus to prove his devotion 
he must not hope to see her again. The struggle was a fearful one in 
the breast of the monk, but love triumphed in the end : he forsook 
the laith of his fathers, broke his vows, and became a renegade. 
“ In due course of time the wedding day was fixed ; the ceremony 
was to be performed in that very chapel which had so often re-echoed 
the apostate’s pious prayers for his suffering flock, and the bride, 
accompanied by her attendant maidens, approached the altar. The 
service was read, and just as the bridegroom was clasping the hand 
of his beloved a fearful crash resounded, the rock was rent asunder, 
and every vestige of the chapel, and of those it contained, for ever 
disappeared. In its place stands the gaunt image of the grim friar, 
an example and a sad warning to those who suffer their evil passions 
to prevail over their better judgment.” 
At Burnt Rock, on Horse Pasture, near the back of Woodlands 
