TRINITY, Undivided Majesty of one Essence, GOD the FATHER, the SON, and the HOLY GHOST, the Fountain of eternal blessedness, Who needest the praise of no creatures, through Whom Thy most blessed martyrs conquered the errors of the world by wisdom, its terrors by patience. Mighty, therefore, and wonderful is the work that they wrought. Following the Lamb, they vanquished the lion. When the persecutor assaulted them, the lion raged. But because they set their eyes on the Lamb above, they overcame the lion below. For they earnestly gazed on Him that by death conquered death, hung on the tree, poured forth His Blood, redeemed the world; to Whom, as is meet, angels and archangels cease not daily to cry, thus saying, Holy, holy, holy, LORD GOD of Sabaoth: heaven and earth are full of the majesty of Thy glory. Hosanna to the Son of David. Blessed is He That cometh in the Name of the LORD. Hosanna in the highest. Holy, holy, holy, LORD GOD."

HIS is a day of rest. As the sufferings of our dear LORD are now over, neither will I at this time speak to you of those of His servants. I will rather tell you of the deliverance He afforded one of His saints from his earthly enemies; even as at this season He was preparing to set us free from our ghostly adver

saries.

Far, far away then in time I must take you from my last story; far away in time, though we shall remain nearly in the same place.

Seven hundred years had passed since those valiant soldiers entered into the joy of their

LORD. Down one of the passes of what was still called the highest of the Pennine Alps, (and which is now named the Great S. Bernard,) and right above what once had been the winter station at Agaunum, three persons might have been seen advancing. It was a fitful October night; now pitch dark, with driving scuds of rain; now, for a second, the waning moon rolled as it were a haze of glory over the mountains; and then, again, the roar of the gale was heard afar off, the thick, black clouds swept on, and all was dark

once more.

They were three Cluniac monks that on this fearful night were pursuing their journey. One, a tall, spare man, with an eagle eye, in the prime of life; that is S. Majolus, afterwards Abbat of the great monastery of Cluny. The second is much younger, and plainly, by his words and dress, a servitor. The third, whom both his companions are assisting, as the path is rougher or steeper, a very aged man, drooping, it seems, with fatigue, and almost worn out.

"Cheer up, my brother!" said Majolus,

cheerfully. "GOD hath not so wonderfully delivered us from these robbers, that, after all, they should again make us their pri

"But, good brother," replied Chrodegang, for that was the old man's name, "my knees fail me more and more; even with all your help can I hardly hold myself up. You two shall behold Cluny again, but I, never!"

"Hold out but a little further," cried Majolus, "and we will find some place where we may rest. But this be sure of-that if you cannot go further, neither will I.

Suitbert has licence to do what seems him good."

"No, good father," said Suitbert; "GOD do so unto me, and more also, if I forsake you!"

"Nay, brother,―nay, my son," said the old man, "let me not be a burden to you. My work is all but done; but you may serve Holy Church for many a long year. Let be, let be, I pray you! The men of Belial must be close behind us. Bethink you not how we

saw them skirting yonder ridge, as the clouds

rolled off!"