Note 72 — TINTERNE ABBEY.

“From due oblation, at the vaulted door, The entering monks stood, each one with his mate, At the two tables of the lowest floor, Their looks directing to the spiry state Of chair much sculptured, where the Prior sate; To this, where transversely, a board was spread, Inferior lordlings of the convent ate; As passed the Prior, all depressed the head; Loud rang a tinkling bell, and wonted grace was said.”