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In such a barren district Walter l'Espée, who had fought at Northallerton, founded Rievaulx Abbey. It was "a solitary place in Blakemore," in the midst of hills. The Norman knight had lost his son, and here he derived a holy comfort in seeing the monastic buildings rise under his munificent care, and the waste lands become fertile under the incessant labors of the devoted monks.
They did not know that suddenly, to him, out of Margaret's pleading eyes looked the eyes of the dead sister, Serena de Rievaulx, and it seemed to him as though soft child-fingers held him off for an instant. He had never loved any mortal thing but that dead child.
Gregory's Minster when it was all broken and fallen, and he caused it to be made anew from the ground, for Christ and St. A pleasant road leads through Nawton to the beautiful little town of Helmsley. A bend of the broad, swift-flowing Rye forms one boundary of the place, and is fed by a gushing brook that finds its way from Rievaulx Moor, and forms a pretty feature of the main street.
Mary on the 28th of July, 1146. It was the mother church of the Cistertian order in Scotland. The monks were brought from Rievaulx Abbey, in Yorkshire. Their habit was white; and they soon superseded the order of the Benedictines. The abbey is built in the form of St.
Miss Spurr, the daughter of a Scarboro lawyer, commenced her art studies with Mr. E. H. Holder, in the winter painting dead birds, fruit, and other natural objects, and in summer spending her time on the coast or in the woods or about Rievaulx Abbey. Any remaining time to be filled up was occupied by attending the Scarboro School of Art under the instruction of Mr. Strange.
Melrose Abbey was the eldest daughter, I believe, of Rievaulx Abbey, in Yorkshire, which has already been noticed; a year or two older in its foundation than Fountain Abbey, in Studley Park.
Ah, that is the vesper bell, as they call it the unclean beasts that they are! Well, we at least are pure from every shadow of idolatry. "Yet are we pure from sin? I do think, now, it was a pity a mistake that visit of mine to Sir Piers de Rievaulx. I might have let that girl live the girl that Belasez loved. Well! she is one of the creeping things now. She our Belasez!
The half-insensible Margaret was roused into life by the attempt to take her bridegroom from her. With a cry that might have touched any heart but that of Sir Piers de Rievaulx, she flung her arms around him and held him close. Apparently the officers were touched, for they stopped and looked at their chief for further orders.
"I trust Thee, though I cannot see Thy light upon my pathway shine; However dark, Lord, let it be Thy way, not mine!" "If it stand with your good liking, may a man have speech of Sir Piers de Rievaulx?" It was a tall youth who asked the question, and he stood under the porch of a large Gothic house, on the banks of the Thames near Westminster.
Sometimes our weary feet were relieved from the rough stones and briars by an intervening lawn; and at others we were entirely shrouded from "day's garish eye" by entwining trees. Our rugged pilgrimage was rendered more endurable by the anticipation of shortly seeing Byland abbey; but still my romantic spirit was loitering in the pillared aisles of Rievaulx.
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