I heard a voice, "Be still, and lowly bend: The Cathedral. MANY a long year had elapsed since I had paid a visit to my old college-friend Basil Morton, the vicar of Laxington. Living myself at a considerable distance south of the metropolis, and he far away in the northern shires, and being both of us occupied by arduous cures, our meeting had been fixed and refixed, and as often prevented by some unforeseen B |