Sad is it to hear that knell--sad to view those gloriously-dyed panes--and to think why the one rings and the other is lighted up.
Word having gone forth of the midnight mass, all the ejected brethren flock to the abbey.

Some have toiled through miry and scarce passable roads.

Others have come down from the hills, and forded deep streams at the hazard of life, rather than go round by the far-off bridge, and arrive too late.

Others, who conceive themselves in peril from the share they have taken in the late insurrection, quit their secure retreats, and expose themselves to capture.

It may be a snare laid for them, but they run the risk.