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e manuscript written or compiled by Thomas, a monk of Ely, who lived in the twelfth century; and Mr. Bentham also relates it at some length in his work;[2] but it would extend far beyond the limits allowed in this sketch; we have, however, we hope given sufficient to throw some light upon remarks we may make in subsequent pages. She governed her house in such a manner as to gain the esteem both of its members and the inhabitants of the surrounding country; living and dying an example of piety and holiness, for we read that "in her last sickness, when sensible of her approaching end, she was calm and composed, and retained her memory and understanding to the last, and expired in the very act of her calling, in the presence of her flock; and whilst she was instructing them how to live, by her example also taught them how to die."[3] She was interred, in accordance with her own wish, in the grave-yard of the monastery, but after a period of sixteen years her remains were translated, with much reverence and ceremony, to the church she had founded. The account of this translation might interest some of our readers, but is too long for insertion here. [Footnote 2: Bentham's History, i. 45, &c.] [Footnote 3: Ibid. i. 59.] The following lines, written at an early date, picture the fen country as a series of lakes and water-courses, (as it was until drained six centuries after,) studded with islands, on one of which the monastery of Ely stood, and the music of its '_nones_' or '_vespers_' sounding soft and sweet over the solitude. Sweetly sang the Monks at Ely, Knuet, the king, row'd nigh: "Listen how the winds be bringing From yon church a holy singing! Row, men, nearer by." Newborn sunbeams kiss the turrets Of the minster high, All the beauties of the morning,-- Grey at first, then golden dreaming,-- Deck the vernal sky. Loudly sang the Monks of Ely On that Thursday morn: 'Twas the Feast of "God Ascended"-- Of the wond'rous drama ended;-- God for sinners born! Hark! "_I will not leave you orphans, I will not leave you long_," Grand the minster music sounded And the fen-land air resounded With the holy song! Sweetly sang the Monks at Ely Knuet, the king, row'd nigh: "Listen to the angels bringing Holy _thoughts_ that seem like singing! Row yet nearer by."
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