The St. Patrick's Day, and the Abbot's Prayers

The story of warringham's encounter with the saint was told by a fellow knight. The abbot sat in his grave clothes, white and tall, when wide the chancery door was flung. It might have chilled all the breath in a common man to see him stand there,. alive and witful who had so long been dead and mindless. But tis a blessed thing to be an abbot, to have a heart whiter than one's mother's milk - that holy friar without one touch of mortal fear it is his own asseveration.