It is strikingly characteristic of the superficial nature of many studies in Latin hymnology, that Oehler apparently thought of nothing else that might be in the _codex_, but proceeded at once to publish eight of the recovered hymns. These, attracting the notice of Monsieur Cousin, he purchased a full transcript of the _libellus_ at a “fair price” from the discoverer. It was, however, reserved for Émile Gachet, a Belgian, to “give a not unlucky day to paleography” in the course of which he lighted upon this same _codex_ and found it still to contain the larger part of an epistle treating of Latin hymnology, addressed to Heloise, and announcing the hymns of which it was the preface. Thus the identification was perfect, and the introductions and the hymns are again joined with the other works of their authors. In 1838 a set of _Planctus_—“Lamentations”—had been found in the Vatican Library. They are moderate in merit, and these new pieces were therefore invaluable in determining Abelard’s rank as a poet. In the main, his hymns are didactic and cold. But there is at least one which has held its place anonymously in the service of the Church and upon this his reputation may safely rest. It was translated by Dr. Neale from the imperfect text of a Toledo breviary, and it can be found in _Hymns, Ancient and Modern_ (No. 343), and in Mone (_Lat. Hym. des Mittelalters_, I., 382). In the Paraclete Breviary it is “xxviii., _Ad Vesperas_.” O quanta, qualia sunt illa sabbata, Quae semper celebrat superna curia! Quae fessis requies, quae merces fortibus, Cum erit omnia Deus in omnibus. Vere Jherusalem illic est civitas Cujus pax jugis est summa jucunditas, Ubi non praevenit rem desiderium, Nec desiderio nimis est praemium. Quis rex! quae curia! quale palatium! Quae pax! quae requies! quod illud gaudium! Hujus participes exponant gloriae Si, quantum sentiunt, possint exprimere. Nostrum est interim mentem erigere, Et totis patriam votis appetere, Et ad Jherusalem a Babilonia, Post longa regredi tandem exilia. Illic, molestiis finitis omnibus, Securi cantica Syon cantabimus, Et juges gratias de donis gratiae Beata referet plebs tibi, Domine. Illic ex sabbato succedet sabbatum, Perpes laetitia sabbatizantium, Nec ineffabiles cessabunt jubili, Quos decantabimus et nos et angeli. Oh what shall be, oh when shall be, that holy Sabbath day, Which heavenly care shall ever keep and celebrate alway; When rest is found for weary limbs, when labor hath reward, When everything, forevermore, is joyful in the Lord? The true Jerusalem above, the holy town, is there, Whose duties are so full of joy, whose joy so free from care; Where disappointment cometh not to check the longing heart, And where the soul in ecstasy hath gained her better part.