"I praise the true God, call the people, convene the clergy; I mourn the dead, dispel the pestilence, and grace festivals; I mourn at the burial, abate the lightnings, announce the Sabbath; I arouse the indolent, dissipate the winds, and appease the avengeful." Another rendering of the two last lines reads:-- "Men's death I tell, by doleful knell; Lightnings and thunder I break asunder; On Sabbath all to church I call; The sleepy head, I raise from bed; The winds so fierce I do disperse; Men's cruel rage, I do assuage." And in the Legend itself, an historical account of mediaeval bell-ringing is given by Friar Cuthbert, as he preaches to a crowd from a pulpit in the open air, in front of the cathedral:-- "But hark! the bells are beginning to chime;... For the bells themselves are the best of preachers; Their brazen lips are learned teachers, From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air, Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw, Shriller than trumpets under the Law, Now a sermon and now a prayer."... In the Tales of the Wayside Inn occurs the pretty legend of The Bell of Atri, "famous for all time"; and from his summer home in Nahant, from across the waters he listens to "O curfew of the setting sun! O bells of Lynn! O requiem of the dying day! O bells of Lynn!" In the Curfew he quaintly and beautifully reminds us of the old _couvre-feu_ bell of the days of William the Conqueror, a custom still kept up in many of the towns and hamlets of England, and some of our own towns and cities; and until recently the nine-o'clock bell greeted the ears of Bostonians, year in and year out. And who does not remember the sweet carol of Christmas Bells? "I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men! * * * * * "Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: 'God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The wrong shall fail, The right prevail With peace on earth, good will to men!'" Indeed, many are the sweet and musical strains that he has sung about the bells, and he often wished that "somebody would bring together all the best things that have been written upon them, both in prose and verse." Southey calls bells "the poetry of the steeples"; and the poets of all ages have had more or less to say upon this subject. Quaint old George Herbert told us to "Think when the bells do chime 'Tis Angel's music!" It was a curious theory of Frater Johannes Drabicius, that the principal employment of the blessed in heaven will be the continual ringing of bells; and he occupied four hundred and twenty-five pages of a work printed at Mentz, in 1618, to prove the same.