Glancing at the enthusiast, one of them observed with a smile to his companion, "There is Solomon Eagle pronouncing his morning curse upon the city.

I wonder whether the judgments he utters against it will come to pass." "Assuredly, Phil Gatford," replied the other mason, gravely; "and I look upon all the work we are now doing as labour thrown away.

Was he not right about the plague?
Did he not foretell the devouring scourge by which we are visited?
And he will be right also about the fire.

Since he has doomed it, this cathedral will be consumed by flames, and one stone will not be left standing on another." "It is strange, Ned Turgis," observed Gatford, "that, though Solomon Eagle may always be seen at daybreak at the top of the tower or on the roof of the cathedral--sometimes at one point and sometimes at another--no one can tell where he hides himself at other times.

He no longer roams the streets at night, but you may remember when the officers of justice were in search of him, to give evidence against Mother Malmayns and Chowles, he was not to be found." "I remember it," replied Turgis; "but I have no doubt he was hidden in some out-of-the-way corner of the cathedral--perhaps among the immense wooden beams of the clerestory." "Or in some of the secret passages or cells contrived in the thickness of the walls," rejoined the first speaker.