And there is St.Ursel's church, a British saint's, where lie her bones and all the other virgins her fellows; eleven thousand were they who died for the faith, being put to the sword by barbarous Moors, on the twenty-third day of October, two hundred and thirty-eight.

Their bones are piled in the vaults, and many of their skulls are in the church.

St.Ursel's is in a thin golden case, and stands on the high altar, but shown to humble Christians only on solemn days." "Eleven thousand virgins!" cried Denys.

"What babies German men must have been in days of yore.

Well, would all their bones might turn flesh again, and their skulls sweet faces, as we pass through the gates.