Flemish Legends

n, a certain Brotherhood of the Cheerful Countenance, aptly enough so named, for every one of the Brothers had a wonderfully joll

of all, how this Bro

ght to get into bed, heard in his garden a sorrowful voice, wailing

ly a manner that at last Pieter Gans must needs get up and go to the window to see who it might be making so much noise. Thence he saw a long flame, of great brightness and strange upstanding shape, running over the grass; and, thinking

ooking out again he saw with great sati

happenings to the priest, and caused a fair mass to be said for the repose of the poor soul; g

anew, as lamentably as if it were that of a dying man h

that Pieter Gans gr

aunch and a joyous face, wont to tell his matins with bottles and h

eous appearance that dogs used to start barking at the