In 1791, by the removal of some fragments of ruin in the chapter-house,
the sepulchres of several of the abbots were discovered; but the
inscriptions were obliterated. Over the chapter-house were the library
and scriptorium. The architecture or Fountains Abbey is mixed; in some
parts are seen the sharp-pointed windows, in others the circular arches.
The great eastern window is indescribably magnificent, being 23 feet in
width. There has been a central tower, which has long since fallen to
decay. The sanctum sanctorum is 131 feet in length; over one of its
eastern windows is the figure of an angel holding a scroll, dated 1283.
The total length of the church is 358 feet. On the north side of the
quadrangular court is the refectory, which was supported by large pillars,
and adjoining it is the reading gallery, where portions of the Scriptures
were delivered to the monks whilst at their meals; by the side of it are
the kitchen and scullery, the former remarkable for its spacious arched
fire place. Over the refectory was the dormitory, which contained 40
cells; and under the crumbling steps leading to it is the porter's lodge.
Near to the refectory are the remains of the abbot's chambers.

But adieu to the waning glory of Fountains Abbey and the receding towers
of Ripon Minster, while retracing my path of yesterday morning. I must
linger awhile on the Roman way, where antiquity maintains her supremacy
in spite of the war of time, and where the earth looks immutable. Now the
groves of Newby Park re-appear with their "sylvan majesty," creating
unutterable sympathies; for the wind that bows the surrounding branches
moves me to weep for that romantic spirit whose ashes moulder on the
shores of India, where

"When the sun's noon-glory crests the wave,
He shines, without a shadow on his grave."

* * H.

[2] Here Henry Percy, the fourth Earl of Northumberland, was
murdered by an infuriated mob, in the fourth year of Henry
VII.; he having, as lord lieutenant of the county, levied a
tax on the people by order of his sovereign, for carrying on
the war in Bretague. Skelton, poet-laureat to Henry VIII.
lamented his death in some elegiac lines.

[3] Aldburgh, or Aldborough, so called by the Normans, was the
Iseur of the Ancient Britons, and the Isurium of the Romans.
Perhaps there is not another Roman city, not even excepting
York, where so many