When the brides had departed with their several grooms, when the wedding guests had scattered to the four winds of heaven, Bishop Pendle took his wife's hand within his own, and led her into the library. Here he sat him down by her side, and opened the Book of all books with reverential thankfulness of soul.
'I called upon thy name, O Lord, out of the low dungeon.'
'Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon thee: thou saidst, Fear not!'
And the words, to these so sorely-tried of late, were as the dew to the thirsty herb.