The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-11-07

praying and singing their lives away without being surprised into some thoughts of their object and, in my case some regrets that the world is so little the better for all their piety-
 In the guest house the routine is also monastic. The guests are confined eith- CT to their own rooms, the garden, or the chapel; they are expected to rise at six and to retire at eight. l fell upon an evil time, since not only was the week of my visit solemn actave, but two out of the three days of my stay were fast days, and the diet was dry bread with milk or tea, and fish at midday. But the monks are hospitality itself. I was the only heretic at the guest table, and the lay brother, discovering this, pro- duced bottled beer for my benefit. But the shadow of the church brooded over even our meals; in place of conversa- ton a monk read aloud to us the sad and oppressive doctrines of one of the fathers; and it was strange to hear his rough Irish voice admonishing us that no earthly creature could ever satisfy our desires the while we sat, contented- ly enough, munching bread and butter. On another day he read us the account of certain pious abbess of Tours; but 1t reminded me so irresistibly of Balzac that fear was but little edified. I had some long talks with the guest master, who, when he had wistfully re- linqufshed the hope of my conversation, showed himself a man of a ripe and tol- erant nature, who had seen something of the world, and, by virtue of his com munication with guests, retained healthy human curiosity in it's far-off affairs.
 The great event of the day, for guests and monks alike, is the service of com pline, which, sung just before all retire for the night. brings the labor and devo- tion of the day. to an end. At the nu- merous other services the monks have never been together; they come drop ping in to mass, to nones, or to vespers just as their duties permit, but at com pline all are present, and the community sings as a family those simple prayers for safety and protection through the night of which the office is composed. With it are sung the angelus and the beautiful antiphon, ''Salve Regina" which, with it's rolling Gregorian melo- dy, expresses all the simplicity and en- durance of the faith that inspired it. It is strangely touching occasion this, in the gathering gloom of the chapel: all these poor Irishmen, living in a dream, joining round the emblems of their faith to close another day of their stony pilgrimage, and when the last words have been said, passing, guests and monks alike, before the fath CT about to receive his benediction and aspersion of holy water. And then, wordlessly, silently. in solitude to bed, while the daylight still fingers in empty cloister and garth. .ss.
 Such place cannot but leave curios- iy definite memories. I shall long see the rough, scared, ,homely faces and hear the harsh, strong voices echoing amid the garish decorations of the chapel; long hear the monitory voice of the bell and see the sad, ghostly figures snuff fling in the shadowed cloisters. But oh, the smell of the hedgerows on [ the long road that Heads from Mount Melleray down to the world.-Filson Young in the London Mail.