Gilbert soon heard of his increasing weakness.

The sun that had poured its light over the world, despite the mists and clouds of error and vice, was setting at last.

How his dying words bespeak the Saint: "My best-loved friends, I count my labors nothing.

That which gives me confidence is the consciousness of having loved justice and hated iniquity!" When his assistants, groaning in anguish, adverted to their desolate condition after his death, he raised his arms to heaven, exclaiming, "I will ascend there, and plead your cause before a God supremely good!" On the twenty-fifth of May, 1085, were uttered those memorable words that smote the forehead of guilty Europe as if with a burning hand: "I have loved justice and hated iniquity--therefore I die in exile." * * * * * Years passed by.

Peace smiled once more in the lordships of Hers and Stramen.