Set on the eve of the Protestant Reformation in Scotland, The Monastery is full of supernatural events, theological conflict, and humour. Located in the lawless Scottish Borders, the novel depicts the monastery of Kennaquhair (a thinly disguised Melrose Abbey, whose ruins are still to be seen near Scott's own home at Abbotsford) on the verge of dissolution, and the fortunes of two brothers as they respond to a new social and religious order.

Highlights of the narrative include a moving encounter between two representatives of opposing sides in the Reformation controversy who had been students together in less troubled times, and the final formal procession of the Kennaquhair monks as the Reformed forces arrive. A talking-point when the work was first published, the mysterious spectral White Lady, guardian of the magical Black Book, still intrigues readers.

A strong comic element is provided by Sir Piercie Shafton with his absurd linguistic mannerisms fashionable at the English court. The narrative is preceded by one of Scott's most charming and playful introductory exchanges between the fictional local antiquary Cuthbert Clutterbuck and the Author of Waverley.

Introduction —(1830.)2015-05-17
It would be difficult to assign any good reason why the author of Ivanhoe, after using, in that work, all the art he possessed to remove the personages, action, and manners of the tale, to a distance from his own country, should choose for the scene of his next attempt the celebrated ruins of Melros
Introductory Epistle2015-05-17
From Captain Clutterbuck, late of His Majestys -- regiment of infantry, to the Author of Waverley. Sir,Although I do not pretend to the pleasure of your personal acquaintance, like many whom I believe to be equally strangers to you, I am nevertheless interested in your publications
Answer by “The Author of Waverley,”2015-05-16
To the foregoing letter from captain clutterbuck. Dear captain,Do not admire, that, notwithstanding the distance and ceremony of your address, I return an answer in the terms of familiarity. The truth is, your origin and native country are better known to me than even to yourself. You derive your res
Chapter the First2015-05-16
O ay! the Monks, the Monks they did the mischief!Theirs all the grossness, all the superstitionOf a most gross and superstitious age -May He be praised that sent the healthful tempestAnd scatterd all these pestilential vapours!But that we owed them all to yonder HarlotThroned on the sev
Chapter the Second2015-05-15
In yon lone vale his early youth was bred,Not solitary then - the bugle-hornOf fell Alecto often waked its windings,From where the brook joins the majestic river,To the wild northern bog, the curlews haunt,Where oozes forth its first and feeble streamlet. Old play. We have said, that most
Chapter the Third2015-05-15
They lighted down on Tweed waterAnd blew their coals sae het,And fired the March and Teviotdale,All in an evening late. Auld Maitland. The report soon spread through the patrimony of Saint Marys and its vicinity, that the Mistress of Glendearg had received assurance from the English Captain, an
Chapter the Fourth2015-05-14
Neer be I found by thee unawed,On that thrice hallowd eve abroad. When goblins haunt from flood and fen,The steps of men. Collinss Ode to Fear. As the country became more settled, the Lady of Avenel would have willingly returned to her husbands mansion. But that was no longe
Chapter the Fifth2015-05-14
A priest, ye cry, a priest! - lame shepherds they,How shall they gather in the straggling flock?Dumb dogs which bark not - how shall they compelThe loitering vagrants to the Masters fold?Fitter to bask before the blazing fire,And snuff the mess neat-handed Phillis dresses,Than on
Chapter the Sixth2015-05-13
Now let us sit in conclave. That these weedsBe rooted from the vineyard of the church. That these foul tares be severed from the wheat,We are, I trust, agreed. - Yet how to do this,Nor hurt the wholesome crop and tender vine-plants,Craves good advisement. The Reformation. The vesper service in th
Chapter the Seventh2015-05-13
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,Cleanse the foul bosom of the perilous stuffThat weighs upon the heart. Macbeth. What betwixt cold and fright the afflicted Sacristan stood before his Superior, propped on the friendly arm of the convent miller, drenched with water, and scarce able to utter a
Chapter the Eighth2015-05-12
Nay, dally not with time, the wise mans treasure,Though fools are lavish ont - the fatal FisherHooks souls, while we waste moments. Old play. A November mist overspread the little valley, up which slowly but steadily rode the Monk Eustace. He was not insensible to the feeling of me
Chapter the Ninth2015-05-12
For since they rode among our doorsWith splent on spauld and rusty spurs,There grows no fruit into our furs;Thus said John Up-on-land. Dannatyne MS. The Scottish laws, which were as wisely and judiciously made as they were carelessly and ineffectually executed, had in vain endeavoured to restrain the
Chapter the Tenth2015-05-11
Here we stand -Woundless and well, may Heavens high name be blessd fort!As erst, ere treason couchd a lance against us. Decker. No sooner was the Sub-Prior hurried into the refectory by his rejoicing companions, than the first person on whom he fixed his eye proved to
Chapter the Eleventh2015-05-11
You call this education, do you not?Why tis the forced march of a herd of bullocksBefore a shouting drover. The glad vanMove on at ease, and pause a while to snatchA passing morsel from the dewy greensward,While all the blows, the oaths, the indignation,Fall on the croupe of the ill-fated lag
Chapter the Twelfth2015-05-10
Theres something in that ancient superstition,Which, erring as it is, our fancy loves. The spring that, with its thousand crystal bubbles,Bursts from the bosom of some desert rockIn secret solitude, may well be deemdThe haunt of something purer, more refined,And mightier than ourselves.
Chapter the Thirteenth2015-05-10
The Miller was of manly make,To meet him was na mows;There durst na ten come him to take,Sae noited he their pows. Christs kirk on the green. It was after sunset, as we have already stated, when Halbert Glendinning returned to the abode of his father. The hour of dinner was at noon, and that of
Chapter the Fourteenth2015-05-09
Nay, let me have the friends who eat my victuals,As various as my dishes. - The feasts naught,Where one huge plate predominates. John Plaintext,He shall be mighty beef, our English staple;The worthy Alderman, a butterd dumpling;Yon pair of whiskerd Cornets, ruffs and rees:
Chapter the Fifteenth2015-05-09
He strikes no coin,tis true, but coins new phrases,And vends them forth as knaves vend gilded counters,Which wise men scorn, and fools accept in payment. Old play. In the morning Christie of the Clinthill was nowhere to be seen. As this worthy personage did seldom pique himself on sounding a tr
Chapter the Sixteenth2015-05-08
A courtier extraordinary, who by dietOf meats and drinks, his temperate exercise,Choice music, frequent bath, his horary shiftsOf shirts and waistcoats, means to immortalizeMortality itself, and makes the essenceOf his whole happiness the trim of court. Magnetic Lady. When the Lord Abbot had suddenly
Chapter the Seventeenth2015-05-08
Ill seek for other aid - Spirits, they say,Flit round invisible, as thick as motesDance in the sunbeam. If that spellOr necromancers sigil can compel them,They shall hold council with me. James Duff. The readers attention must be recalled to Halbert Glendinning, who had left
Chapter the Eighteenth2015-05-07
I give thee eighteenpence a-day,And my bow shall thou bear,And over all the north country,I make thee the chief rydere. And I thirteenpence a-day, quoth the queen,By God and by my faye,Come fetch thy payment when thou wilt,No man shall say thee nay. William of Cloudesley. The manners of the age did not
hapter the Nineteenth2015-05-07
Now choose thee, gallant, betwixt wealth and honour;There lies the pelf, in sum to bear thee throughThe dance of youth, and the turmoil of manhood,Yet leave enough for ages chimney-corner;But an thou grasp to it, farewell ambition,Farewell each hope of bettering thy condition,And raising thy
Chapter the Twentieth2015-05-06
I hope youll give me cause to think you noble. And do me right with your sword, sir, as becomesOne gentleman of honour to another;All this is fair, sir - let us make no days ont,Ill lead your way. Loves pilgrimage. The look and sign of warning which the Sub-Prior gave
Chapter the Twenty-First2015-05-06
Indifferent, but indifferent - pshaw, he doth it notLike one who is his crafts master - neer the lessI have seen a clown confer a bloody coxcombOn one who was a master of defence. Old play. With the first gray peep of dawn, Halbert Glendinning arose and hastened to dress hims
Chapter the Twenty-Second2015-05-05
Yes, life hath left him - every busy thought,Each fiery passion, every strong affection,All sense of outward ill and inward sorrow,Are fled at once from the pale trunk before me;And I have given that which spoke and moved,Thought, acted, sufferd as a living man,To be a ghastly form of b
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