"I did say there were windowes six in ye grete Halle, and a grete one at the gables, wherein were singing mennes. I didde sayye that the Kinge lusted after our Howse and (was covetous) of our good cheere, fit for a Kinge's majestie. This proved the ruin of our howse, for hee who made our Abbot was himself falling from greatness, and could give us no help--hee, the Cardinal of Ipswich. "But ne'er was it Johannes and ye ale!" SITTING XLII. 18th April, 1911. The foundations of the chapel of St. Dunstan at the west end of the Lady Chapel had been brought to light, and were evidently of mixed date--the original probably very early. _Q. by F.B.B. "Who built St. Dunstan's Chapel?"_ "Edgarus ybuilded long syne. Radulphus hoc opus restoravit. After hym ye fyre yburned yt. Then he was a capella in muro.[35] [35] The remains lie on the line of the wall (now removed) which divided the Inner from the Outer Bailey. "They say we hadde not hys bonen, but they lie, for we hadde the leg-bones of hym, and certain smalle bones which they took to Canterbury, and Johannes knoweth it of old tyme long syne. They did open the tombe and tooke them backe. What mean they who said we hadde them not? They all knew it, and the pilgrimmes did come from Canterbury by ye old horse-way to venerate them. "Roof yfallen! Hee of the gatehouse dwelt therein, and it wasne Capella--vae mihi! Went! Ye King commanded! Because we all who should obey were meek. And soe it was not. "JOHANNES DE GLASTON." SITTING XLIX. 29th July, 1911. This little fragment came quite spontaneously and without anything to lead up to it. "At night the sound of many waters refreshed ye parched soil. From tower and from the high roofes the sound came like the sound of waterfloods, and the gargoyles shouted each to each, and the cloisters whispered comfort and refreshment as we lay under the dormer roofe in parched and sultry nights. "I who speak mind me of the glory of sound even now, and I ever loved the waters and the mere, and the voices that whispered around me. Therefore went I a-fishing on the mere, and the glories of nature were yet more glorious than the Te Deums in choro. Therefore loved I the rain on our hundred roofs, and the myriad voices that came from the waterspouts. "I didde sleepe on the south side, hard by the great gabell, and soe heard I the sound whilst others slept. Vai mihi, that it is departed! and the voices are heard no more." SITTING L. 30th July, 1911.