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XIII.

But louder rose the listeners' wild acclaim,
When turned the song to Guthrum's noble name,
And told how he—their sea-king bold and stern—
Had Croyland sacked, as well as Lindisfarne:

All the able-bodied men of the community, to the number of thirty, departed, and having loaded a boat with the relies, sacred vases, and other valuables, took refuge in the neighbouring marshes. There remained in the choir only an abbot, a few infirm old men, two of whom were upwards of a hundred years old, and some children, whom their parents, according to the devotional custom of the period, were bring-up in the monastic habit. They continued to chant psalms at all the regular hours; when that of the mass arrived, the abbot placed himself at the altar in his sacerdotal robes. All present received the communion, and almost at the same moment the Danes entered the church. The chief who marched at their head killed with his own hand the abbot at the foot of the altar, and the soldiers seized the monks, young and old, whom terror had dispersed. ... As the prior fell dead, one of the children, ten years of age, who was greatly attached to him, fell on the body weeping, and asking to die with him. His voice and face struck one of the Danish chiefs; moved with pity, he drew the child out of the crowd, and taking off his frock, and throwing over him a Danish cassock, said, “Come with me, and quit not my side for a moment.” He thus saved him from the massacre, but no others were spared.—The Norman Conquest.



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Song continued.

“Assisted by his brave compeers,
He sung the monks the mass of spears!
The service, with the day begun,
Was ended ere the morning sun;
When the good brethren of the place,
Charmed by his ministry and grace,
Into his hand the sacred hoard,
The shrine's uncounted treasures poured!”
—The warriors, seated round, at every pause,
Rung on their hollow-sounding shields applause.