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colony of bees having swarmed in the chambers of one of the tutors-a happy omen of the many great and industrious scholars who should issue from its cloisters,— Rainolds, Bishop Jewel, Cardinal Pole, the "judicious Hooker," the "ever-memorable" John Hales, Pocock, Kennet, the Antiquarian; Twyne, the historian; Sir Edwyn Sandys; Greaves, the Arabic Professor; Anstis, the herald; Thomas Day; and Sir Ashton Lever, who formed the noblest museum ever collected by one man alone.

On the right hand side of the South-Western railway, at Basingstoke may be seen some ruins on a steep; they are the remains of the Guild-Chapel of the HOLY SPIRIT, of the good Bishop's foundation, as are the Grammar Schools of Taunton and Grantham.

Erasmus pleasantly wrote to the first President of Corpus Christi College, for so Fox named his foundation: at Oxford, that "like a holy temple, dedicated to the best lore, it would be numbered among the chief ornaments of England, and draw more students to gaze upon its treasures, than ever Rome enticed pilgrims to view her miracles." His Fellows before they could proceed in divinity were compelled by statute to preach at S. Paul's Cross in London-the event that followed poor Hooker's call to that act is familiar to every reader of Izaak Walton's inimitable life of that good man.

Fox likewise was executor to Margaret, Countess of Richmond, and so had great part in arranging the foundation of the College of S. John the Evangelist, in Cambridge. In the gallery of Corpus Christi College, leading from the President's lodgings to the chapel, may be seen a portrait of the founder, painted by Joannes Corvus, a Fleming it represents him, in the sore calamity which befel him at the close of life, with darkened eyes, irre

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coverably blind. His crozier, exquisitely rich and elegant, is still preserved. So firm and zealous was he in every duty, that five years after, in 1523, he was led by the hands of others, to sit in the House of Parliament; and when the ambitious Wolsey, impatient of his tenure, offered him a pension as the price of his resignation of Winchester, he indignantly rejected the proposal. "I cannot discern between black and white," said the old man, "but I know the difference between right and wrong, truth and falsehood: and I can perceive the malice of ingratitude. Beware, lest ambition blind thee to thy ruin cling to thy Master's work, and leave Winchester to her Bishop." He had served in manhood, as minister, a parsimonious master: as age drew on, he had toiled for a young and ostentatious successor: his own chaplain supplanted him in the favour of a court, which he had supported with dignity, integrity, and talent. Unlike Wolsey, he had retired in time to spend his last days in prayer and meditation. The horizon was growing ominously dark with the growing storm. Luther and Melanchthon had been excommunicated, Zuinglius at Zurich, and Calvin in Geneva, were proclaiming the downfall of the Papacy; in England already Henry was fretting over the delay at Rome, which put off his unhallowed divorce-ere Fox had run his pious course. On Sept. 14, 1528, he was mercifully called hence to "see the King in His beauty, in the land that is very far off;" where the worship is love and perfect unity; and he, that lent to the LORD, shall be recompensed in the last day of man's necessity.

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LEAVES FROM A DIARY.

HOLY-CROSS ABBEY.

July, 1852.

I HAD often heard of this very beautiful and picturesque ruin, and wished to visit it; so now being about to make a tour in Ireland, I stopped at the Thurles Station of the Great Southern and Western Railway for that purpose: it is situated about three miles from Thurles. We got a car at the station, and drove to it through a rich and pretty country; not much wood except in hedgerows, and here and there a gentleman's seat with its wooded demesne, contrasting finely with the cornfields and meadows around. The hedges were fragrant with wild roses and woodbine, and gay with a variety of wild flowers: amongst the rare ones I noticed the hyosciamus niger or henbane, and the orchis pyramidalis. It was altogether a smiling cheerful scene, and would have reminded me of some of the great English vales, but for one feature of the landscape,-the fine ranges of mountains which bounded our view in various directions, the highest and finest of these were the Galtee range. The river Suire winds placidly through this fine vale, and on its banks the Abbey is situated. It was founded originally in A.D. 1182, by Donald O'Brien King of Thomond or North Munster,1 for Monks of

1 Donald O'Brien, commonly called Donaldmore, was the descendant of Brian Boiromhe, and is celebrated in Irish history as the active enemy of the English power. He burnt his own chief city Limerick, rather than it should a second time fall into their hands, destroying thereby all Strongbow's fortifications.

the Cistercian Order, it is said in honour of a piece of the true cross presented by Pope Pascal II. to Murtogh, Monarch of Ireland. The original charter of its royal founder conferred immense possessions on the Abbey it was confirmed by Prince John while Governor of Ireland, in 1186, and subsequently by several succeeding English Monarchs. Its Abbots were barons of parliament and styled Earls of Holy Cross.

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The Abbey Church is very perfect, though it has lost its external roof. It consists of a nave with side aisles, a central tower, short chancel, and transepts with very wide eastern aisles. The nave is much the least interesting part of the ruin; its chief architectural beauty is the west window of five lights, the head filled with a network of hexagonal tracery of an oblong form, apparently a work of the 15th century. This is evidently later than the greater part of the Church, and fills the place of a double lancet, as I saw on examining it closely. The Church is entered on the west by a low and insignificant doorway, with a square-headed dripstone, corresponding in style and date with the window. There is a row of pointed arches, resting on plain square piers of masonry, at each side of the nave, some of the arches altered, and rounded in modern repairs: the walls of the side aisles also repaired, and arches thrown over to support the nave; this, though of course praiseworthy, inasmuch as it serves that purpose, has been designed and executed in the most barbarous manner, and quite spoils this part of the Church; but the eastern end of the nave is in more perfect preservation. I observed a peculiarity in the plan of the Church, which struck me as worth noticing; a chancel or choir-arch considerably to the west of the arches under the tower, giving to the chancel a length which otherwise from the shortness of the eastern limb of

the cross, it would not have possessed. From this arch the Church is almost entirely the work of the 14th century. In the south aisle is the only remains I could see of the Church of Donald O'Brien, a small Norman door opening into the cloister, quite perfect but built up. In the corresponding aisle was a very pretty "Decorated” window, falling fast to ruin; most of the more western windows of the aisles, were small and square-headed. But it is eastward we must direct our gaze to see the beauties of Holy Cross, for it is here its architects have exercised all their skill in decoration, while the rest of the Church is comparatively plain.

The central tower rests on four beautiful lofty pointed arches, and underneath it is a very elegant groined stone roof, very rich, with complicated intersections in the "Decorated" style, all quite perfect. The transepts are unroofed: the principal entrance to the Church is through a porch to the north transept; in the south there is an entrance from the conventual buildings. The eastern aisles of the transepts are sufficiently wide to reach eastward, nearly as far as the end of the chancel; they have their stone groined roofs remaining, and are each divided from the transept by two arches: the aisle of the south transept is divided into two chantries or chapels, by a beautiful double row of small pointed arches resting on elegant little twisted pillars, both of dark marble, their base raised on a low wall. Inclosed between these two rows of arches was a very small oblong chantry, which reminded me of some at Tewkesbury,—it had an elaborately groined roof, quite a network; there was a small piscina at the side: this chantry has been supposed, I think, with great probability, to have been a shrine built for the piece of the cross before spoken of. It appears to have been a work of the 14th century.

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