Grisly Grisell
er ear, wa
ith vanity
r fears, her
hin the clo
, Mar
aves off a large mass of wood-sorrel which had been brought
said by the Chaplain, the nuns kneeling in their order and making their responses. It was a low-browed chapel of Norman or
back to her couch, slept a little, and then wondere
news of Amesbury-who was riding at the ring, or who had shot the best bo
llow, and gave her a dried plum and a
e said, "and then you will be
ayfellow for me?
omes daily to learn her hornbook and her sam
shall love no one as well as
uly admired, and then she asked wearily whethe
who has been here for a time has gone out into the wor
n on the wall?
s a King's daughter. Edith was her name, and two days after Holy
exclaimed Grisell. "
cially. She promised one who went away to be wedded that she would be godmother to her first little daughter, but ere the daughter was born the saintly Edith had died. The babe was carried to be ch
this taper, in token that thy lamp shall be alight when the Bridegroom cometh," the form held the torch, shining bright, clear, and like no candle or light on earth ever shone, and the face was the face of
p in her hand? Oh, I should ha
oly soul?" sa
here, by the little window into t
as she was told, slept her long sleep in the church below. It may be feared that one chief reliance was on the fact that she could not be holy
long recovery, which was still very slow, but was becoming more confirmed every day. Grisell could use her eye, turn her head, and the wounds closed healthily under the sister's treatment without showing symptoms of breaking out afresh; and she grew in strength likewise, first taking a walk in the trim ga
lly a lay sister, who came to help; but the first time she went down the turret stair into the cloister-a beautiful succession of
r Avice. "This is Grisell Dacre, who hath suffered s
sell drew up her head within, "Oh, if you had
fast as her weakness allowed, and found her si
g her. Every one will hate
re against the strict rule of Benedictine nuns, and soothe an
once at Amesbury! but my face was not well th
wed the use of worldly things like
ke, tell me what like
ou art mine own little one, given back to us by the will of Heaven. Aye
d flee from me, as from a basilisk or cockatrice, o
kind deeds. They are better than looks. And here too they sha
e this despite, and he is fair and beauteous as a very angel, and I did love him so, and now he and his
usly, he would surely not have made the
have a husband no
unbridge and Dinton come to see me they look old and careworn, and are full of tales of the turmoil and trouble of husbands, and sons, and dues, and tenants' fees, and villeins, and I know not w
d to her like a sort of prison. Sister Avice had to soothe and comfort her, till her tears were all spent, as so often before, and she had cried hersel
ught before her, and Sister Avice set herself to teach her how goodness, sweetness, and kindness could endear any countenance, and indeed Grisell saw for herself how much more loved was the old and very plain Mother Anne than the very beautiful young Sister Isabel, who had been forced into the convent by her tyrannical brothe
. It was the same with convent life, and each nunnery had traditional works of its own, either in embroidery, cookery, or medicine. Some secrets there were not imparted beyond the professed nuns, and only to the more trustworthy of them, so that each sisterhood might have its own especial glory in confections, whether in portrait-worked vestments, in illuminations, in sweetmeats, or in salves and unguents; but the pensioners were instructed in
the devout, so that the services could be intelligently followed even by those who did not learn Latin, as did Grisell. Selections from Scripture history, generally clothed in rhyme, and versified lives of the Saints, were read aloud at meal-times in the refectory, and Grisell became so good a reader that she was often chosen to chant out the sacred story, and her sweet northern voice was much valued in the singing in the church. She was quite at