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" then did the sons of Lanthony tear up the bounds of their mother church, and refuse to serve God as their duty required: for they said there was much difference between the city of Gloucester and the wild rocks of Hatyrel; between the river Severn and the brook of Hodani ; between the wealthy English and the beggarly Welsh-there fertile meadows, here barren heaths. Wherefore, elated with the luxuries of their new situation, and weary of this, they stigmatised it as a place unfit for a reasonable creature, much less for religious persons. I have heard it affirmed, and I partly believe it, that some of them declared in their light discourse,-I hope it did not proceed from the rancour of their hearts,—that they wished every stone of this ancient foundation a stout hare. Others have facrilegiously said,- and with their permission I will proclaim it,- they wished the church and all its offices sunk to the bottom of the sea. They have ufurped and lavished all the revenues of the church; there they have built lofty and stately offices; here they have suffered our venerable buildings to fall to ruin. And to avoid the scandal of deserting an ancient monastery, long accustomed to religious worship, and endowed with large possessions, they send hither their old and useless members, who can be neither profitable to themselves nor others, who might say with the apostle, We are made the scum and outcast of the brethren. They permitted the monastery to be reduced to such poverty, that the friars were without surplices, and compelled to perform the duties of the church, against the custom and rules of the order. Sometimes they had no breeches, and could not attend divine service; sometimes one day's bread must serve for two, whilst the monks of Gloucester enjoyed superfluities. Our remonftrances either excited their anger or ridicule, but produced no altera

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would go and sing to the wolves? Do the whelps of wolves delight in loud music? They even made sport, and when any person was sent hither, would ask, “What fault has he committed? Why is he sent to prison ?' Thus was the mistress and mother-house called a dungeon and a place of banishment for criminals." The old Lanthony never surmounted these usurpations of

Its library was despoiled of its books ; its storehouse of its deeds and charters; of its silk vestments and relics, embroidered with gold and silver; and the treasury of its precious goods. Whatever was valuable or ornamental in the church of St. John was conveyed to Gloucester, without the smallest opposition, and at last the Gloucester monks carried thither its very bells, notwithstanding their great weight. Edward IV. made the Gloucester Lanthony the principal, but compelled the monks to maintain a prior and four canons at the original abbey. At the dissolution in 1539 the old Lanthony was valued at £71 35. 2d., and the Gloucester monastery at £648 195. 11d. At that period Richard Hempsted was the prior of Lanthony, and on his surrender he obtained a pension of £100 a-year. Anthony à Wood says that he carried away many ancient manuscripts from the abbey, and gave them to his brother-in-law. The abbey was sold to one Richard Arnold, and was purchased of Arnold's descendant, Captain Arnold of Lanvihavel, by Harley the minister of Queen Anne, and so became the property of the Earls of Oxford.

In 1806 Lanthony was purchased by Walter Savage Landor, the celebrated poet and prose writer. For the estates of Lanthony and Comjoy he paid in purchase-money and improvements £70,000. His improvements were extensive. He for many years employed between twenty and thirty labourers in building and planting. He made a road at his own expense

eight miles long, and planted and fenced half a million of trees, and had a million more trees ready to plant. But Lanthony was not destined to become more agreeable to him than it had been to the monks. According to his own statement to us, he received such infamous treatment from both his steward and his principal farmers, during his sojourn on the continent, that he determined to abandon the place as a refidence. He had built a house at a cost of £8,000, but he pulled it down stick and stone, that his son might not be exposed to similar vexations by living there. Two farmers especially, brothers, whose united rents amounted to £1,500 per annum, refused all payment till compelled by law, and then fled to America. From these tenants the steward received £1000 ; but Landor says he never saw a farthing of the money, and he was afterwards obliged to dismiss the steward too. He states that he had twelve thousand acres of land at Lanthony, much of it, of course, mountain ; and that he had twenty watchers of game on the hills night and day, but that he never saw a grouse upon his table, though the game cost him more annually than he lived at after leaving Lanthony.

Such is the history of one of the finest monastic ruins in one of the most monastic seclusions of the United Kingdom. Those who now visit it will find part of the priory buildings converted into a small romantic inn: and, whilst they contemplate the profound repose of its situation, will little suspect the passions and discontent which have agitated and embittered its history from the days of William and Ernesti to those of the impulsive author of“ Ghebir” and “ Imaginary Conversations.”

Near the ruins of the abbey there is a subterranean passage, faced with hewn stone, about four feet six inches high. The people say that, according to tradition, it passes under the mountains to Oldcastle, which, if it were true, would connect it with another place of great interest--the house of Sir John Oldcastle, Lord Cobham, the leader of the Lollards in the reign of Henry V., who concealed himself at this Oldcastle for some time, but was taken and burned in St. Giles's Fields in 1417; being, says Horace Walpole,“ the first author, as well as the first martyr, amongst our nobility.”

LANTHONY.

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may be mightier ruins ;--Conway's flood Mirrors a mass more noble far than thine, And Aberystwith’s gaunt remains have stood

The ceaseless shock where wind and wave combine;

Lone is Dolbadarn, and the lovely shrine
Of Valle-Crucis is a spell of power,

That stills each meaner thought and keeps enchained;
Proud of that long array of arch and tower,

Raglan may claim a rude pre-eminence;
Tintern is peerless at the moonlit hour,

Neath, Chepstow, Goodriche, each hath its pretence;
But mid thy folitary mountains, gained

By no plain beaten path, my spirit turns
To thee, Lanthony! and, as yet untrained,

Freely to worship in thy precinct yearns,
Now, left to nature's Pilgrims unprofaned !

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ago, as I issued from the Bristol steamer, and was ascending the steep Highstreet of Chepstow, on a fine autumn morning, I became aware of a tall, stout, floridlooking man in middle life, also labouring up behind me. There was a crowd of other

passengers who had descended from the same steam-boat, and were ascending the same street, --some before me, some behind me,but I became, somehow, particularly conscious of the following of the large, stout man. There was his heavy, measured tread, always at a certain distance in my rear, which I neither left farther aftern by quickening my pace, nor put a-head by slackening it, and this it was that, no doubt, foon made me especially sensitive to this ponderous fequitur. If I have a fidgetty aversion to one thing more than another, it is to have something pad, padding at my heels, like the Fakenham ghost. I often stop short to let a cart, or a carriage of any kind, that is going on grinding and jarring beside me, or a person who comes tramp, tramp, with an incessant, unvarying step, close behind me, go its, his, or her way. But this colossal humanity was not thus to be got rid of. To accelerate or lessen my speed only produced the same effect on my follower: there might have been a rod or bar of some kind suspended betwixt us, and regulating our distance. As no graduation of progression availed to remove the incubus, I suddenly stopped and directed

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