ABSTRACT
Belfont Abbey and St. Alvin’s ruined Priory appeared in view. The ivy climbed around the turrets;a and the grass grew upon the paved courts, where desolation and long neglect prevailed. At a distance from the convent, a ruin, a lonely pile stood upon the cliffin solitary grandeur. Not a tree, nor any appearance of cultivation was seen around: barren moors, the distant mountains, and the vast ocean, every where filled the eye. The servants rang at the bell of the outer gate: it resounded through the vaulted passages with a long repeated echo. – A boy immediately answered the summons:b with a look of stupid astonishment, he waitedc in expectation of their commands.
