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Sydney H Nicholson's book , PETER The Adventures of a Chorister

a fascinating read for children, adults alike

The author states that the story began as an attempt to interest choirboys in the long history behind their office. But it soon became evident that a mere history book, though it might contain many interesting facts, would fail in its appeal to those for whom it was specially intended, and that a more romantic treatment might serve an even wider purpose by interesting other boys in England's oldest 'youth movement,' seeing that it has provided the source and inspiration as well as the means of preserving all that is most distinctive in our national music.

So while there is no conscious violation of historical accuracy (beyond a few compressions in the matter of chronology.), the author must plead guilty to a good deal of embroidery in the various adventures met with by his hero: for the purpose is to give an impression of what it was like, from a boy's point of view, to be a chorister in days gone by. If the description of certain of his experiences should prove to be somewhat lurid it must be remembered that life for a chorister has not always been a bed of roses; indeed without such attempts at realism no true picture could have been drawn, for if we are certain of anything it is that he was taught to endure hardness in a rough school. In any case the readers for whom it is intended are not likely to be unduly shocked, for the modern choirboy still enjoys horrors.

An elaborate attempt to disentangle the historic from the imaginary would largely defeat the object of the book; but if any would like to make such an attempt for themselves they are referred to the author's Quires and Places where they sing (S.P.C.K.)

In 'Peter' the aim has been to depict the average chorister, who has probably been much the same all through the ages: keen, efficient, imaginative, neither saint nor a villain, neither a genius or a fool; no prig, but just a natural boy who loves his job and is proud to be one of the great company of singers.

Sydney H Nicholson

December 31st, 1943

Read the first chapter of

over a Thousand years

The Monastery

  "Wake up, Peter; wake up, my son -- 'tis time to rise and make thee ready for Night-Song !"
   I heard the words faintly, scarcely awake, and turned over with a grunt.
"Let me alone -- plenty of time."
"Nay, but it is time to get up -- hark to the great bell.
See" ( I felt the bed-cover being pulled off ), " thou shalt soon wake, I warrant," and there came a sharp cut on my back from the Master's rod.
Not wanting any more rousing, I tumbled out of bed and quickly thrust on my shirt, and over it my black gown.

   Our school was in part of the Monastery known as the Almonry, and the master who looked after us was known as the Almoner, because, besides his duties in the school, he had to dispense alms to the poor who came daily to the monastery gateway hard by.

   In our school there were some twenty boys. A good many of them were dedicated to the 'religious life'; that is to say, their parents had sent them to the Monastery as children of seven or eight years old to be trained as monks. Amongst other studies they had to learn to sing for services; but at times there were few amongst them who had good voices or any aptitude for music: so, in order that the services might be properly rendered, other boys were often brought in from outside to help them, though not to be trained for the monastic life.

In this way it was possible for a 'secular' boy to obtain a good education, and the priviledge of sending their sons to the only proper schools that existed in those days was eagerly sought for by parents who wished to give their boys a good start in life. But to obtain admission a good voice was necessary.

It was thus that I and a few others came to the Almonry School, and though we were subject to the same rules and discipline as the 'young monks' with whom we lived, yet we were always looked upon as a seperate body and were known as Choristers. I am not sure we were looked on with much favour by the more strict among the Brethren (as the monks were called ), but I am afraid that we secretly considered ourselves superior to the 'young monks' not only because we could beat them in singing, but because we had a certain amount of freedom that they did not enjoy: at any rate we felt we had something to look forward to that was denied them.

The dormitory where we slept was a long room, partly lighted at this early hour with a few rush lights. Round each bed were two or three boys hurrying into their clothes but all looking very sleepy, for it was only about four a.m. In a very short time everyone was ready: indeed, dressing did not take very long, and as for washing -- well, that could come later.

Our dress consisted of nothing but a woollen shirt, drawers and a thick black 'habit' reaching to the ankles -- something like what you call a cassock nowadays, but with a little red cape or hood that could be drawn over the head to keep one warm; we had sandels on our bare feet and a rope round our middles. As members of the monastery, though not destined to a cloistered life, we were also required to wear the 'tonsure'; that is to say a round patch on the crown of our heads had to be shaved bare.

At a sign from our Master we all fell into our places, two and two. Then, with hands folded and eyes cast down, we walked solemnly to the church. No boy must ever look about him nor even touch his neighbour, must less dare so much as to whisper. On reaching the church we had to go first to the Vestiary and there put on over our habits our white surplices: these were always worn when we were engaged in our duties in the quire, and we were told that this had been the proper dress from the earliest times for all Ministers alike, whether clergy or singers. Over them we usually wore the 'capa nigra,' a sort of long black cope, which helped to keep us warm in the cold church. Thus robed we marched in procession to our places in the Quire, taking the lower stalls in front of the Brethren.


		Illustration H. Tisdall

	Then, with hands folded and eyes cast down

The services were long, as two were generally taken together, Nocturns (or Night-Song) being followed at once by Prime. Then we went back to bed.
We had not much interesting music to sing -- at least you to-day would think it very dull, for remember that no such nice things as harmony had been invented, nor was there any means of writing down the notes clearly: so everything had to be learnt by heart. We had no books to sing
from, but we had to stand quite still in our places joining with the Brethren in the responses and psalms, and sometimes singing bits by ourselves. Sometimes, too, we had to take our turn at reading the Lessons, and woe betide any boy who faltered or did not do it properly.

   The chief service of the day was, of course, the Mass, and almost every saint's day had some special music belonging to it. This would be set to what was called the 'Proper of the Day,' to distinguish it from the 'Ordinary of the Mass' which did not vary -- that is parts like the Gloria in excelsis, Credo and Sanctus.
   As there were sometimes as many as twelve special saint's days in the month, each with its own 'propers,' you can see there was plenty for us to learn, especially as, of course, it was all in Latin and, remember, all to be learnt by heart.
   Sometimes at Mass we had to take our turn as acolytes or servers or incense-bearers, and as the ceremonial was very complicated this meant still more rehearsal: but we rather liked this, for it was a bit of a change.
   After Mass we had our breakfast.This consisted of a big lump of brown bread with a cup of milk if we were lucky; and after breakfast came washing. There was a big pump in the courtyard and we were suppose to strip and get under it while someone else worked the handle. This was alright in the summer, but in winter times it was not so pleasant, and I am afraid we got out of it when we could; infact washing was not very popular, and a sort of a 'cat's-lick' unless one of the lay-brothers or our own master were there to make us do it properly.
   The next event of the day was the Chapter -- the Children's Chapter for us and the Greater Chapter for the brethren.
   We boys met in the hall of the Almonry to receive from our Master the orders for the day -- music to be learnt, services to be attended, and so on. Then any offences were inquired into and accusations were demanded. This was a horrible plan, for boys were expected to report one another if they had seen any misdeeds. Some fellows seemed rather to enjoy doing this, but most of us would not say anything to get another boy into trouble even though we ran a risk of punishment by keeping silence. However, there were generally some faults found by our Master, or perhaps some complaint from one of the Brethren, or one of the young monks: I suppose these must have been more conscientious than the choristers, for I cannot remember any of us ever 'sneaking.'
   If there where minor offences they were dealt with then and there, generally by some strokes from the Master's rod on the hands or across the back; sometimes the penalty would be to repeat a number of psalms: or a day on 'bread and water,' or for more serious offences confinement in a cell; but the rod was the ordinary punishment, and on most days some would get it; but we did not much mind for it was soon over and we were hardened to it. If there were any really big offence it was another matter; however, I will tell you about that later.

All this beating probably sounds rather brutal to boys of the present day. But you must remember that it was the usual form of punishment in those times, and it was not confined to the boys; the brethren in their own Chapter were flogged in the same way, only I suspect a good deal harder than we were; and great people like noblemen, or even kings, who had offended against the Church , submitted to the same penalty. At first, I suppose, we boys were a good deal frightened, and certainly some of the Brethren seemed to enjoy 'laying it on'; but once it was over, all was forgiven and no one thought the worst of you because you had been flogged: it was just one of those unpleasant things that was sure to happen from time to time, for the 'Rule' was so strict that it was almost impossible to obey it in every particular..

   The business of the Chapter over, we had a short time to ourselves when we could play games and chatter to our heart's content, unless it was our turn for tonsures to be shaved. This took place about once in three weeks, and there was always a special tidy-up before great festivals. The shaving was done by the Barber or his assistant in the cloister, and the most boring part of it was that we were expected to repeat a lot of psalms while we were waiting our turn: otherwise we did not mind it, except that it made us 'secular' boys feel rather foolish when we were at home and wearing ordinary clothes.
   Then came lessons, chiefly Latin and writing and mathematics, with, of course, practice of the music. We did not usually have to attend the services of the 'Hours' during the day, though a few of us were sometimes required to go to lead the responses, or perhaps to read a Lesson.

   Dinner was our main meal, and we generally had plenty of food, though we never knew what we should get and how much: for the plan was that the food that was left over from the table of the Brethren was brought to the Almonry to feed not only us boys, but the poor and hungry who came every day to the monastery gate where alms and food were distributed. So what we got depended a good deal on what was left over by the Brethren; and if the dish was specially tasty, there would not usually be much for us. Still we did not fare to badly, for the Almoner was good friends with the Cook and took care that we did not go short. So very often we got a good lump of meat, or fish on Fridays, or perhaps thick soup, and on special days a sweet pudding ; and each boy, if he was well-behaved, would be given a cup of the monastery ale to wash it down with.
   Of course this was before the days of knives and forks, and we helped ourselves with our fingers from big bowls containing the food: but we had napkins to wipe them on, for otherwise our habits would have got into an even worse state than they usually were -- which is saying a good deal!
During meals we were not allowed to talk, but one of the Brethren read aloud from the pulpit: it was very seldom that what he read was interesting to us, nearly always some dry old book in Latin, which, of course, we did not properly understand. But we had to look as if we were listening.
   After dinner we had a time for rest, and most of us were glad to go to sleep until school and services began again. But sometimes we had a holiday in the afternoon, and could go outside the Monastery with any of the Brethren who would take us to walk in the fields or go fishing with them: or in summer we might even be allowed to swim in the river.

   After Vespers and Compline we went off to bed. Two and two, hands folded and eyes downcast, we proceeded to the dormitory, and after saying our prayers and taking off all our clothes (for night-gowns or pyjamas had not been invented in those days) we turned in. Our beds had mattresses filled with straw, and over us was spread a thick woollen coverlet, and in winter we had warm night-caps. There were always two and sometimes three boys in a bed, and we had to lie with our heads at opposite ends, which was supposed to prevent us from fooling. If there were three in a bed, the middle boy lay with his feet between the other two.
Such was our ordinary working day; and pretty dull too, I expect you will say. But there were not so many things for boys to do in those days, and to have the chance of education was a rare thing: so even if we got bored with our lessons and rebellious against the 'Rule', there was always the feeling that we were getting something that was denied to most boys and therefore worth having. Then there was the singing, and that made up for a good deal. So on the whole our life was a happy one.
   Our Almonry School was a part of the great Monastery; but except for the Almoner, who was our master, and the Precentor, who had charge of all the arrangement of the services and the music, we had little to do with the monks. Many of these had special offices in the community , but all were under the Rule of the Lord Abbot, who for us boys appeared as a sort of god, so grand and remote from us did he seem to be; in fact we seldom saw him save in church, and few of us had spoken to him.

    My great friend was a boy named Nigel. We had both entered the school about the same time, and our homes were not far distant; as we grew older we became more and more inseparable. As I have told you already, we rather looked down on those of our companions who were destined to spend their days in the Monastery, and pitied them for what we thought was a gloomy fate. But I think the Brethren were more severe with us than with them, and we probably deserved it, being cheerful and high-spirited lads and not paticularly 'religious' in our outlook. So when there was
'row', it was generally the choristers who were concerned in it.
    On the whole I was pretty lucky -- or else good at covering my tracks; but it was just the other way with poor Nigel -- he was always in trouble, and had not been such a good singer, and looked so innocent he would have had a very poor time. But we were, I must admit. a pair of rebels, and when we saw a chance of breaking rules we took the risk, and becoming pretty cunning we more often than not 'got away with it,'
    Nigel and I were always together; we walked side by side in the procession; we sat next to one another at meals; we shared a common bed; and fortunately no one thought of seperating us.
   Though we saw little of the Brethren on the whole, there was one of them, dear old Father Andrew, who was very kind to the boys, and seemed to have taken a special fancy to us two: many years ago,it was said, he had been a chorister himself. He would take us out with him to the Abbey farm on holidays, and when no one was looking he would stuff our pockets with apples from the orchard, or would even take us to the door of the Abbot's kitchen where he would beg some dainties from the Master Cook.

   Now Father Andrew, as we came to discover, was looked on somewhat as a black sheep, and many a time had to undergo discipline even though he was too old to be flogged. His chief enemy was the Sub-Prior, one Father Dominic, whom we all hated, for he was fond of lodging complaints against us boys and getting us into trouble. But what was worst than all was when we found that he had lodged a complaint in Chapter against our beloved Father Andrew, and that we were the cause of it. He had found us with food destined for the Abbot's own board, and had discovered how we had come by it. Of course we were beaten -- that did not matter -- but poor old Father Andrew was sentenced to spend the whole night on his knees in the cold church, reciting penitential psalms. We were naturally furious, and made many plans as to how we could pay out his accuser: but to do so was not very easy.
   However,the time was approaching for our annual holiday, and we thought we had better wait till we got back. incase our plans should miscarry and we be prevented from going.
   These holidays were, of course,looked forward to more than any event in the year, and we were specially the envy of the young monks for whom no such indulgence was permitted: all they were allowed was an occasional visit from their parents, but even that had to be under the observation of one of the Brethren. We, on the other hand, were allowed to visit our homes.
    But I am sure it was felt that these returns into the world were a source of danger, and as the time for them drew near, our Master would warn us of the temptations we might meet.This time he said evem more:
   "Ah, my sons, would that your hearts might be turned, so that you would utterly forsake the world and all its vanities, and bide for ever in the arms of the Holy Church.
   "For your rebellious thoughts too often lead you to stray from the paths of virtue, yet methinks I see that, the flesh being subdued to the spirit, there remaineth much that could be turned to good account. And for this I love you well and would not that harm should come to you.
   "Ah, my children, could I but snatch you as brands from the burning, how happy should I be; for the service of God is the greatest thing upon earth."
   I am sure the old man believed all that he had said, but I didn't feel at all like a 'brand' and I did not in the last want to be 'snatched' and shut up for ever in a monastery. Nor, I think, did Nigel, though he was less of a worldling than I. Yet we could not fail to be impressed with his sincerity or to think of what of what he had said
   It was a beautiful summer morning when the longed-for day came on which we were to set out.
   We were allowed to wear breeches and stockings as well as our habits, for we had a long ride before us; but 'secular' dress was entirely forbidden within the Monastery, and for that we had to wait till we got home.
   Soon our fathers arrived on horseback, each leading a pony for us to ride on, and great was the welcome we gave them. After a few words with the Almoner about our conduct and progress we started off on our journey,our elders riding together in front and we two boys on our ponies, with our habits tucked up, following them at a respectful distance.
   The journey took us the best part of the day, so before our ways seperated we had plenty of time to talk, and for once without danger of being overheard. The thought uppermost in our mind was how to get even with the Sub-Prior and pay him out for his treatment of Father Andrew: and this is the diabolical plot that we hatched.

   You probably know that one of the strictest rules of a monastery was that no woman might enter within its walls, and least of the all the part occupied by the Brethren. Indeed it was against the Rule that the Brethren should even converse with a woman, though infact this was not strictly enforced, for on the farms belonging to the Monastery and in the neighbouring village there were, of course, many woman and girls, members of the tenants' families, who could hardly be treated as entire strangers, especially since they were admitted to the Nave of the Abbey Church to be present at the services. But anything like intimacy was utterly forbidden.
   "What can we do to pay the old beast out?" said Nigel as we rode along.
   "I don't know; the best thing would be to get him to break some rule so that he would get into a row with the Chapter."
   " Yes, that's a good idea, but how are we to work it ?"
     Various plans were discussed and rejected, and then I suddenly cried    out,
   " I know! I've got it!"
   "Well, what?" said Nigel.
   "Look here," I answered,"you know that rule about woman coming into the Monastery ?"
   "Yes, what about it ?"
   "How would it be if one of us was to dress up as a girl and visit his cell ?"
   "Splendid ! But how could we do it ?"
   "My sister's just about the same size as me: if I borrowed one of her dresses I could do it quite easily."
   "It would be pretty risky though," said Nigel, "there would be a frightful row if we got spotted -- we should probably get sent away altogether."
   "Yes, but we could take good care not to be spotted."
   "Well, it might be worth trying; but I'll only agree on one condition," said Nigel; "if you get hold of the dress I'm going to wear it."
   "No, that's not fair. Besides you'd be sure to get caught -- you never have any luck."
   "Well, anyhow, we're both about the same size and we'll toss for it; I don't see why you should take all the risk."
   "All right then,"I answered,"we can settle that later; the main thing now is, shall we try it or not? Are you game?"
   "Rather."
   "So am I; so that's agreed."
   The rest of our ride was spent pleasantly enough in discussing the details, and when to time came to follow seperate roads we had pretty well worked out a plan of campaign.

   On reaching home I was warmly greeted by my family, and many were the questions I had to answer as to how I was getting on, whether I was happy, and what progress I was making. But the first thing I wanted to do was to change out of my school clothes, and dress myself in my jerkin and hose. How glad I was to lay aside that greasy old habit, and become like an ordinary boy once more; and you may be sure I didn't forget a cap to cover up my tonsure when I went abroad!
   Then I joined my family, and after a good supper was bidden to sing to them that they might hear if my voice had improved. But they soon got tired of the tunes I had got to know so well in church, and indeed they seemed sadly out of place anywhere else: so it was not till I gave them some old country songs that they or I really enjoyed ourselves. My father had a fine bass voice, and he would join in with me, and my mother would help me when I could not remember the words. So the evening passed pleasantly and very soon I forgot that such a place as the Monastery existed at all: it seemed as if I had never left home. The freedom from lessons and services and the Rule made the time of my holiday pass very quickly. Besides there were the long rambles in the country, and the animals on the farm, and my father's hawks and dogs, not to mention games with other boys and swimming and wrestling and various sports.
    So as the day for my return drew near I felt I could hardly bear to go back to the Monastery, and I nearly made up my mind to beg my father to let me stay at home and put me to plough or to work on his farm. But then I thought of the music, and what I should miss if I did not return, so I held my peace. And in this I was not peculiar, for I am sure that for any chorister that really loves singing it is the thing that matters most in his life, and the joy of it makes up for any ills that he may have put up with. So when the time came to return I was ready to go.

    Meanwhile I had not forgotten my promise to Nigel, and under a vow of the strictest secrecy I told my sister Mary of our plans: when I told her about Father Andrew and what a beast the Sub-Prior was, she entered into the spirit of our plot and produced one of her dresses well suited for the purpose -- not too grand but fit for a country maid.
   Then the difficulty arose how to get it into the Monastery, and there seemed to be only one safe way. As I have told you we were not allowed to appear at the school in secular clothing; so on the morning of our departure we got up early and Mary helped me to array myself in her dress, concealing it all under the habit so that no sign should be visible. Thus clothed, and after a tender farewell, we set off, my father having, of course, no suspicion of the mischief that was afoot.

   All went well till we reached the Monastery where we were received by the Almoner, who greeted us kindly.
   "Here is thy pupil, reverend sir," said my father, "and I prithee see that he is diligent in his tasks and obedient to thy commands."
   So saying he bade me farewell and made as if to go.
   "Stay yet a moment, good sir," interrupted the Almoner," for I would have thee know that thy son is not amiss; and if at times the flesh be too strong for the spirit and he is tempted to wrong-doing, yet by his voice he giveth good service to Holy Church."
   "Glad am I to hear it," said my father.
   "Nay, but that is not all," went on the monk; "for there is a greater service than that of song, and of late I have oft-times wondered whether this child of thine be not called thereto. Nay, I have prayed that God might put it into thine heart that, like Samuel of old, his parents might offer him wholly unto the Lord."
   "Your words are hard, reverend sir," replied my father, "but if I mistake them not, thou wouldst have him to train for a monk?"
   "Such a gift would Holy Church welcome with open arms, my son."
   "And yet his life is the boy's own," said my father, "and I doubt if it be mine to bestow: what sayest thou, Peter ?"
   "Indeed I know not what to say, father," I replied, feeling a good dismayed at the turn things had taken;" ' tis too sudden -- may I not have time to think before I give an answer ?"
   "That is but just," said my father, "and to you reverend sir, I would say should the lad of his own free will desire so to shape his life, he hath my consent: but force him thereto I never will."
   "Be it so,"said the Almoner,"and God grant that he may choose aright, for I would fain keep him within the fold and spotless from the world."
   You may imagine that all this talk made me feel very uncomfortable, and a fearful humbug as well; and I could not help wondering what the Almoner would have said had he known what I was wearing under my habit, or the plot that I was hatching in my mind. And the worst of it was, Nigel was not there to bear me company. The Almoner was being so nice to me too!
"See, my son," he went on, " I have a suprise prepared for thee! Methinks thy habit is somewhat old and worn, and thou has grown of late so that it is become too small for thee. Therefore have I made requisition to the Chamberlain and he hath provided for thee a new one: take it then and put it on, that thy father may see thee fitly arrayed before he depart on his way."
   This was a dreadful thing to happen and something that could never have been foreseen. I simply did not know what to do.
   I stammered out some words of thanks and took up the new habit as if to examine it, but really to hide my confusion and gain time till I got some idea.
   "But,Master," I said, "were it not better to keep this for Nigel ? his habit is far worse than mine, and the old will serve me well enough."
   "Nay, my son, 'tis a generous thought; but I have one for Nigel as well; so take off the old and dress thee in the new."
   "But, Master," I said, examining the robe in despair and wondering what to do next," ' tis surely too good for use at all times, and I might do it an injury, as when at play or rough work. Wilt thou give me leave to take it to the dormitory and there lay the old one by and return in the new?"
   "For thy thrift I praise thee, my son, and for thy unwillingness that aught should be wasted. Therefore do as thou wilt, but return quickly to bid thy father godspeed."

   It had worked! I was safe at least for the moment! Rushing up to the dormitory I was thankful to find that no one was there, and it was the work of only a minute or two to take off the old habit and thrust on the new: but how to dispose of my sister's dress I had no idea, and there was no time to make any plan now.
   So I returned with all speed, was duly admired, bade my father farewell, and joined my comrades hoping for the best but with an anxious heart.

   Many were the questions I had to answer till it was time to get ready for church, and I was thankful when at the last moment Nigel took his place by my side.
   Conversation was impossible, of course, but I was bursting with my secret, and while we were in the Vestiary putting on our surplices I did just manage to whisper to him, "Nigel, I have got on Mary's dress, you must help me!" I never saw anyone more surprised, and he gave a start and blurted out,"What?"
   "Silence!" called the Sub-Prior, who, of course, had his eye on us. This meant trouble in the morning, but I did not care; I had enough to think about to-night.
   I am sure this must have been the first time in the history of the Monastery that any boy had ever sung in the choir in the dress of a girl ! What would the Sub-Prior have said if only he had known !

   After service we went up to bed as usual, two and two and in silence:and now came another difficulty --- undressing.
   Fortunately the bed which I shared with Nigel was in a dark corner,and after a whispered word with him I managed to slip under the coverlet with my clothes on, hanging up my old habit in its proper place so that everything should appear to be as usual. I took good care to draw the blanket well over me and pretended to be asleep when the Master came to put out the light, so that he had no suspicion that anything was wrong.
   Nigel had meanwhile tucked himself in at the other end of the bed, and as soon as the coast was clear and we judged that the others were asleep we managed to pull the dress of me without getting up. This done I carefully rolled it up inside my old habit, put them both under the mattress, hung the new one in its proper place and, hoping for the best,went to sleep.
   Next morning it was rather alarming to have to leave the tell-tale garment behind, even though it was not likely to be discovered; but after Prime, when we returned to bed and found it still in its place,we were much relieved. After waiting awhile and making sure that no one was about, we went on with our plan, which was made easier as day was dawning and we were no longer in complete darkness.
   "We've got to hide it somewhere, and pretty quick too," I whispered.
   "I think I know a good place."
   "Do you ? Where ? "
   "There's a space behind one of the stones by the door into the cloisters."
   "Well, how can I find it ? "
   "No, its my turn now -- you've done enough," said Nigel . "Give it me; I'll be back in a minute or two."
   "Well, mind you don't get spotted; the Master might be about, or one of the Brothers."
   "I must chance that."
   "Or suppose he comes in and finds you missing ?"
   "You could say that I've gone to the lavatory; it will be quite true, for my hidy-hole is on the way there."
   "All right, then. Good luck!"
   Nigel went off on tip-toe carrying the bundle, and in a few minutes was safely back in bed. So for the time being all was well.
   Yet plans had to be worked out carefully to make sure that nothing should go wrong.
   The first thing was to make certain of our hiding-place:did anyone else knowof it?
   "I don't think so," said Nigel,"I found it quite by chance one day when Father Andrew gave us some apples and I wanted a place to hide them in."
   "I remember: and you wouldn't tell me for fear I should bag them! But it would be as well to look and see if everything's all right."
   We went along towards the cloisters, and Nigel showed me the place and put his hand into the crevice, finding everything safe.
   And now I must tell you how it all worked out.
   First of all we had to decide who was to be 'the lady visitor.' We had settled to draw lots and the choice had fallen on Nigel. This was really a good thing, for he would make a better girl than I should, with my red hair and freckled face. And it meant that I should have the job of raising the alarm, and probably get caught.

   A few days later we got out of bed at dead of night and stole downstairs, kindling a light with flint and steel that I had brought with me. Nigel was soon dressed and a very pretty girl he made.
   Then we tip-toed through the silent monastery to find the door of the Sub-Prior's cell. Close by was our friend Father Andrew, fast asleep, judging by the snores that penetrated into the passage.
   Otherwise all was as still as the grave.
   Quietly opening the Sub-Prior's door, the 'young lady' stepped in, and at the same time I entered Father Andrew's cell and roused him from his sleep.
   A comic old fellow he looked in his big night-cap, sitting up in bed.
   "What is it ? Who is there ? " he said in a sleepy voice.
   "Its Peter, Father -- Peter the chorister."
   "What ails thee my son ? and what art doing here at this hour of the night? 'tis against all Rule."
   "Come, Father," I said," and rouse thee, for I fear there is mishief afoot; come into the passage and hide thyself with me."
   At that moment came a shrill cry, almost a scream, from the Sub-Prior's cell, and as we hid behind a pillar we had the vision of a female figure tearing herself from the clutches of the Reverend Father, as both of them fled along the passage.
   In a few moments the whole place was in an uproar and soon the figure of the Sub-Prior appeared, being led back to his cell by the Precentor and the Chamberlain -- but no sign of the lady!
   Of course I was captured and interrogated: What was I doing there, and at that time ?
   My explanation (all ready prepared) was that, being unable to sleep, I had gone downstairs to get a drink of water, when, to my dismay, I had seen the figure of a female going towards the lodging of the Brethren. Feeling that something must be wrong I thought it best to follow her, and seeing the figure disappear into the Sub-Prior's cell I had called Father Andrew to help.
    My story was accepted, and indeed it was perfectly true, so I was bidden to go back to bed, where, greatly to my relief, I found Nigel safely tucked in, and on one apparently the wiser. Under the bed-covering the dress was again pulled of him and hidden till it could be replaced in its resting-place next day.
    What happened in the Greater Chapter we never heard, nor could we prevail on Father Andrew to tell us. But when I questioned him he gave me a wise look, saying," My son,  be not over curious in asking questions, lest too many questions be asked of thee."
   Certainly the Sub-Prior was a chastened. Even if he had avoided disgrace, which we never knew, he was not the sort of person that would endure to be laughed at, and we got the idea that he prefered to give Father Andrew a wide berth.
   Anyhow our plot had worked out splendidly, and I am afraid this encouraged us to seek for further adventures: sometimes these were successful, sometimes not; but at any rate they served to break the monotony of our life.
   Every now and then, at this time, the Almoner would summon me to his room and would urge upon me the calls of the monastic life: and, knowing of our friendship with Father Andrew, he enlisted him as an ally in what both believed to be a good cause. For Nigel, too, he had the same design.
    It had met with no success so far as I was concerned, but I often talked the matter over with my friend, and could see that he was more ready to be persuaded than I was. So we had many arguments, and they nearly led to a serious quarrel.
    One day we both got rather hot over the subject, and I blurted out," Well, if you're going to be a beastly old monk that's your affair, and I hope you'll enjoy it."
   "And who says I'm going to be a monk?" said Nigel indignantly.
   "Well, you are, aren't you?"
   "I don't know yet."
   "Anyhow, "I said in a mock-pious voice," is it not your duty to go and confess about that dressing-up ?"
   Nigel hesitated for a moment -- he was getting angry I could see.
   "I believe you have already," I shouted -- "Sneak !"
   Then he went for me. We were soon rolling on the floor, fighting like wild cats. The other boys came rushing up and formed a ring around us, and it was not till I had given him a fine black eye and my nose was bleeding copiously, that we were seperated by our Master.
   Judgement was not long delayed, and we were marched off and thrust into seperate cells till our tempers cooled. However, when we met again we were good friends once more.
   "Sorry I called you a sneak," I said.
   "Oh, that's all right --- but I wasn't, you know."

   Then a few days later a queer thing happened.
   One day, when going to get my surplice, I found hanging on the peg above it a small piece of blue cloth. I could not imagine what it was or how it had got there, but I thrust it hastily in my pocket, and as soon as we got a chance I took Nigel aside and asked him what he thought of it.
   "Where did you find it?"
   "In my cupboard."
   "But how did it get there ?"
   "I don't know silly."
   "Someone must have put it there."
   "Of course -- but who ?"
   "What is it then ?"
   "I can't think."
   " Have you ever seen anything like it ?"
   "No, I don't think so . . . . I'm not sure though! . . . .
Why I believe it's a bit of Mary's dress!"
   "Come along then!"
   We made our way to the cloister door and Nigel thrust his hands into the hole.
   The dress was not there!
   "You didn't tell anyone about it?" I said; by accident I mean."
   "Of course not, you idiot; you seem to forget it was I that was
wearing it!"
   So that was that. Our hiding place was discovered -- but by whom ?
   Nothing happened however, and everything went on as usual; but we had had a bit of a shock, and determined to be more careful in the future.
   So time passed; one day much like another --- the old round of services and practices, and interviews with the Almoner. These I had come to dread, for I grew more and more rebellious at the thought of spending the rest of my life in a Monastery, especially as I thought I saw signs of Nigel's yielding. In fact I think I should have tried to break away altogether and escape from the confinement of the walls, had it not been for the music and my affection for Nigel.
   Yet I fear I was a bad companion for him; for the more I was pestered the more rebellious I became, and, far from sympathizing with what I was beginning to feel was a real "call" for Nigel, I was continually teasing him with becoming too pious.
   "Why, you're no better than one of those beastly 'young monks,' " I said one day when he had refused to join me in some escapade; " I believe you're frightened -- that's what's the matter !"
   "Just suggest something sensible, then, and I'll show you whether I'm frightened or not."
   "All right then !" I replied . "Have you ever smelt burning leather ?"
   "Burning leather ? . . . Are you quite mad ?"
   "Yes . . . burning leather ! "
   "No, why?"
   "Well, it makes a most unholy stink, that's all."
   "What on earth do you mean ?"
   "Oh, nothing in particular; it was only an idea."
   This conversation took place a day or two before the Feast of St. Laurence, and we had just been told at the Chapter that it would be our turn to act as thurifers at Vespers. This job was generally looked forward to by the boys, and Nigel, I knew, always enjoyed it; but I was rather bored by the ceremonial and dressing-up and would rather have been in my place singing.
After awhile I went on: "Wouldn't it be a lark to put some in the incense ?"
   "Put what in the incense ?" said Nigel.
   "Why, some leather, of course, you ass," I replied.
   "But for what ?"
   "Why, to make a stink, of course."
   "But, I say, that would be a pretty awful thing to do, wouldn't it, in church ?"
   " Oh well, if you're too ' pi ' I suppose we can't ; but it would be fine sport all the same, and I see exactly how we could do it and never get spotted."
   "Well, what's the great idea, then ? And first of all how are you going to get hold of that stuff ?"

"That's easy enough. You know that bin outside the shoemaker's place? its full of bits and scraps of leather from the shoes and things. We could easily get hold of a handful, and the rest's simple."
   "But there would be an aawful row if we got spotted."
   "Not a chance of it; they would only think the incense had gone mouldy: besides, it's just the same colour -- you'd never see it if it was mixed up first. However, if you won't ---- "
   "Well, I don't know," said Nigel doubtfully, "it certainly would be rather a lark."
   "You're game then ?"
   "We might have a look at the stuff anyhow."
   We made our way to the shoemaker's shop and, as the coast seemed clear, we easily helped ourselves to a good handful of the leather parings, which we stuffed into our pockets and later shredded into tiny pieces. The colour looked just right, and we tried burning a bit, and it made a lovely stench.

The day arrived, and before Vespers we had to go to the Sacristy to prepare for our duties. Nigel was to act as Thurifer and my job was to prepare and carry the supply of incense.
   First of all we had to fix over our heads an embroidered amice, and then a long white alb, the amice hanging down the back like a hood, and a white girdle round our waists. Each having seen that the other was looking as smart as possible, and clean hands and face, and hair well brushed, we proceeded to our duties.
   "I say, Peter," said Nigel,"I don't think we ought to do this."
   "Oh , don't cry off now," I answered ; besides, I've got the stuff and I've got to do the mixing; you needn't touch it if you don't like."
   "Well, I think its wrong, old chap, and I wish you'd give up the idea."
   First a little charcoal had to be kindled at a brazier and placed in the censer, and on this were scattered some grains of incence: then as soon as it was going nicely and Nigel was not looking I tipped my contribution into the bottom of the incence - boat, covering it well with a layer of the proper article --- for I did not want things to happen too soon.
   By this time the service had nearly reached the Magnificat , and while the antiphon was being sung we proceeded solemnly to our places before the Alter.
   These were the words, more or less:
   "Blessed Laurence, when laid and burning on the iron grating, spake to the impious tyrant, saying, "The Feast is ready, turn and eat.' "
   The Nigel began to swing the incense before the Alter and, this completed, we came forward to the Quire after I had replenished the censer, this time with my patent mixture. He swung it well out, first to the Brethren on the Decani side and then towards the Cantoris, according to the perscribed custom. But instead of the pure fumes of the incense there issued clouds of the most evil - smelling smoke.
   A few of the Brethren looked up, perceiving that something was amiss, and then began the sneezing ! First one and then another caught the complaint, and the more Nigel swung the censer and the more I replenished the supply, the more the sneezing increased till the whole church seemed distracted.
   Our duty completed, we solemnly returned to our places in the Sanctuary, and I think that I may truthfully say without a smile: even our own sneezing we managed to keep within bounds.
   After service there was, of course, great excitement, everyone asking questions and wanting to know what had happened. Almost anyone but Nigel would have given me away , but I knew he could be trusted and I did not see how our trick could possibly be discovered.
   But next morning came a message summoning us to appear before the Greater Chapter, and this seemed a bit ominious.
   The Brethren were seated round the Chapter House when Nigel and I entered; the Lord Abbot himself was in the centre seat on the dais with the Precentor and other dignitaries on his right and left. We were told to stand near the door, facing the Abbot's chair; then rising from his place he began:
   "Brethren, we are met on a solemn and sad occasion: for a grievous wrong hath been committed whereby our church hath been profaned; and there is need that full enquiry be made as to the cause of so grave a scandal, whether it be the result of accident or negligence or even of mischievous imagination.
   "You know well to what we refer , and in order that we may sift the matter to its source we have summoned before us the two acolytes, to wit two of our choristers, to whom was charged the duty of thurifers, that we may inquire of them concerning the matter.
   "But first I would have you know that upon examination we find that our store of incense is in no wise contaminated, and that therefore the contamination was from outside, though how wrought at present we know not.
   "Suffice it to say that the incense was prepared, kindled, and carried by these two children, and by them alone : so first we will hear what they have to say."
Turning to us he went on:
   "We therefore require and charge you both, as in the sight of God and in the presence of this Chapter ,that ye speak of God and in the presence of this Chapter, that ye speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
   According to rule we bowed our heads in silence.
   He then proceeded with his examination:
   "Were you two children in charge of the incense at Vespers of the Feast of the Blessed Saint Laurence ?"
   "We were, my Lord,"
   "Which of you prepared the said incense ?"
   "I, my Lord," I replied.
   "Are you aware that it was in any way impure or different from the ordinary ?"
   This was a difficult question to answer, for thou I did not mean to lie when on oath, I had no intention of giving the show away . So I answered, quite truthfully,
   "The incense appeared to be as usual, my Lord."
   Then he turned to Nigel : And when the incense was kindled did you notice anything strange about it, or a peculiarity in its scent ?"
   "No, my Lord, it seemed as usual when it was kindled." This, too, was true, as far as it went. Good old Nigel !
   There was a pause while the dignitaries seemed to be consulting with one another; and then came the voice of Father Andrew from among the Brethren.
   "May I be permitted to speak, my Lord Abbot ?"
   "Say on, Brother Andrew."
   "It hath seemed to some of us, my Lord, that here was no accident or cause for reproach, but something in the nature of a miracle ; and that in the fumes from the censer we were vouchsafed a scent of the burning flesh of the Blessed Martyr ! "
   " Nay, Brother Andrew," said the Abbott, " far be it from me to deny the possibility of such a miracle; yet I think that this was neither a miracle , nor witchcraft , but of human agency."
   Then we heard the voice of the hated Sub-Prior.
   "May I be permitted to speak , my Lord ?"
   "Speak on , Brother Dominic."
   "It chanced , my Lord Abbott , that some three days since I was in the workshop of the Master Cordwainer, to speak with him about a needed repair to my sandals. While conversing with him, I saw two boys passing his door and, wondering at their business, I noticed how each leant forward over the bin that stands outside, wherein are kept scraps of leather, the refuse of his trade. Supposing this to be for some childish purpose ,or maybe from idle curiosity, I said nothing. But, my Lord, the two boys whom I saw were none other than those who now stand before you !"
   It was all up: we had been spied on again by our old enemy !
   "And further, my Lord ," he went on, " with the permission of the Sacrist I have examined the censer, and in the bottom of it I found this fragment" (here he held up a small object); " ' tis not of incense, but, if I mistake not, of leather. And so I say that this is no miracle, and that the odour we have savoured is not of the burning flesh of Blessed Martyr, but of old shoes !"
   The Abbott looked grave, but I thought I saw a faint twinkle in his eye as he went on.
   "You have heard , my children, what hath been said, and the accusation that hath been made. Yet, if I mistake not, you have told us that the incense was pure."
   "It seemed so indeed, my Lord," I answered,
   "And I doubt not thy word. But now," and here he spoke very gravely, "I bid you to say whether either of you did add anything thereto. But before you make answer I would bid you remember that is better to suffer for a crime committed than to add to it the sin of untruthfulness. Answer me truly then, as before God : are either of you guilty of this misdeed ?"
   There was no use attempting any more concealment, so stepping forward I looked the Abbott straight in the face and siad, "I did it, my Lord ."
   Then Nigel came up beside me and said," And I helped him, my Lord."
   "Nay, my Lord," I burst in, "the fault was mine alone; it was I that suggested it to Nigel, and he was unwilling; let the whole blame fallon me."
   "It is clear that both are guilty, but I think not the worse of thee, my son ,that thou shouldst strive to sheild thy friend by taking the blame on thyself."
   And then he addressed the Chapter: "It seemeth, brethren, that these two children have on their own confession been guilty of a heinous fault, in that they did conspire together to pollute the incense, and kindle the same to the great discomfort of the Brethren, and the profanation of the church. So grave a scandal merits a grave penalty: and our sentence is that each of them, for both are partners in guilt, be submitted to the Major Flagellation. And if the guilt of the one be greater than that of the other, he shall suffer the more for the affliction of his friend.
    "But seeing that thay are of tender years, and have openly confessed their fault before us all, and seeing that they have given us good service in our choir, we would temper justice with mercy.
   "This then is the sentence: that the full number of twenty-one strokes be remitted, and that each shall receive but fourteen, to be administered by our Precentor, who hath charge of all that concerns our Choristers.
   "For which purpose we bid you all to assemble in this place on the morrow at noon, together with the rest of the Choristers and the Novices and the Lay-Brethren, that all may see justice done and take warning thereby.
   "And in the meanwhile let these children be taken from hence, and placed in solitary confinement, that they may have time to repent of their misdeeds."

   Of course it fell to the Sub-Prior, who for once looked really pleased, to take charge of us and lead us from the Chapter House and lock us into two small cells to await the morrow.
   It must have been two or three hours later when he came back bringing a jug of cold water and a loaf of bread which he set upon the table without a word.
   How the time passed I do not know, I lay down on a pallet on the floor, but could not sleep, not only because I was terribly frightened -- I don't mind admitting it -- but even more because I knew it was through my fault that Nigelwas to suffer.
   It must have been very late at night when I was wakened from a doze by the sound of bolts being quietly drawn : then came a faint light and I saw the welcome figure of our dear Father Andrew.
   "Ah, my dear son," were his words, " 'tis grievous indeed to see thee in such a plight, and for thine own wickedness too -- for 'tis a grave wrong that thou has done. In what is to come I cannot serve thee, but at least I can bring thee some word of comfort. Fear not, then, but be brave to bear thy punishment like a man.
   "But see, thou wilt need sustenance to meet it bravely, and I have brought thee here a venison pasty, saved from the supper of the Brethren. Eat it, then, and enjoy it if thou canst -- 'tis better than bread and water.
   "In truth, my son, I know not if I do well thus to visit thee, for 'tis clean against the Rule and indeed shall be the subject of my confession. But, come what may, I cannot leave thee thus alone,for thou knowest I love thee well. So be strong and of good courage, my son, and the Lord be with thee."
   So saying he left me and I heard him go to Nigel. After his visit I felt rather happier, and I lay down resolved to take what should come and make the best of it.

    Next morning I was wakened by the great bell and the footsteps of the Brethren and the boys making their way to the church; and when I heard the distant sounds of the singing and thought of our two vacant places in the Quire, you may be sure I felt pretty miserable.
   It seemed an endless time before I heard steps approaching and bolts being drawn, not of my cell, but of Nigel's next door. I waited wondering what was happening; but I was soon to discover, for my door opened and the Sub-Prior entered.
   "The time has come, my son, to prepare for the punishment that thou hast earned. But that it may be for the good of thy soul as well as thy body, I charge thee first to make full confession of thy sins, that thou mayest receive from Holy Church the benefit of absolution."
   I did not know what to say for I was not going to make confession to this beast, so I just replied, I have already confessed before the Brethren and the Lord Abbott, Father, and have no more to say ---I am ready."
   "So be it, my son; remain in thy guilt if thou will."
   Then he told me to follow him.
   When we reached the Chapter House we found all the Brethren assembled in their stalls and the Abbott in his place, with the Choristers and Novices standing in a row on each side.
   The began some sort of a service in Latin, while Nigel and I stood waiting with bowed heads. I have no idea what it was all about except that after some prayers the Choristers began to chant a penitential psalm -- the fifty-first -- and than a sign was given to us to move forward . . . .
   I am not going to tell you any more about what happened to us, for it is not a pleasant memory.
   When we returned to the schoolroom after it was all over, there was plenty of excitement and plenty of questioning, and a good deal of admiration too; for such an occurrence as a major flagellation was very rare: all boys, I suppose, in their heart of hearts rather like to gloat over horrors, and, of course, we were the heroes of the occasion.
   "Didn't the Precentor lay it on !" -- "I'll bet it stung !" -- "You stuck it all right !" were some of our greetings, and the more lurid-minded even begged for a private view of our honourable scars, which was duly promised to a favoured few.
   In fact I felt rather proud of myself : but not so Nigel; I could see that he was genuinely ashamed, and this made me feel a brute, knowing that he would never have agreed to such a thing unless I had persuaded him. But he was awfully sporting about it, and we remained the best of friends.
   "Don't let's talk about it any more," he said when we were alone . "Its all over, thank goodness."
   "Yes, but I want you to know I'm sorry; of course it was all my fault.
   "Not a bit; we were both in it."
   Our Master spoke to us kindly and said he was glad to see us back again; and happy indeed were both of us to take our places in Quire once more.
   When the service was over a summons came for us to wait on the Lord Abbott -- an unheard of thing.
   Anxiously we made our way to his lodging, wondering if there were still more to come.
   I had never seen so magnificent an apartment as that in which we found ourselves, with carpeted floor and the walls covered with beautiful tapestries.
   We stood, as in duty bound, in an attitude of deep humility, with heads bowed and hands crossed over our breasts, until the Lord Abbott spoke to us, not harshly but in a voice of wonderful kindness.
   "Be seated, my children, unless," he added with a laugh, "you find more comfort in standing ! But see, yonder couch should be soft enough to meet your needs."
   When we were settled in the most comfortable seat I had ever seen, he went on:
   "Well, my children, it is over !
   "For wrong you have done I needs must blame you, for irreverence in holy things is a sin most grievous. But the due penalty has been paid, and with that cometh forgiveness. So be of good cheer, all is well."
   Not knowing what to say we kept silence, and then, with a twinkle in his eye he went on :
   "Twas a merry jest, though a wicked one; and the sight of the Brethren all fell a-sneezing was one that I shall not soon forget -- nay, I doubt if any more comical prank were ever played in the days when I myself was a boy like you in our Almonry School.
   "Yet, my children," he went on more gravely, "the jest was ill-timed, as you know full well.
"That when your guilt was discovered you sought not to escape the just penalty by lying or craving for mercy, but bore it manfully and without flinching -- for this I praise you . And if I mistake not , by this you will gain much influence amongst your fellows; for I thnk that boys do admire nothing so much as courage, even though it be in a bad cause.
   "If then such new-found influence be rightly used, it may be that good will come out of evil. But I would have you remember that the truest courage often lies in refusing to do that which is wrong, even if thereby you may lose the applause of your fellows.
   "And now, my dear children, kneel that I may give you my blessing; and so depart in peace.
   I know that we were both deeply touched by this interview, so different from what we had expected. It was good, too, to feel that we were not regarded as 'black sheep', but were trusted : for on the very next festival after our disgrace we were named again as thurifers, and not one word was said of our past misdeeds.
   From that time I began to find fresh enjoyment in the services, even apart from the music: things that had bored me before took on a new interest, duties that I had disliked became a pleasure. The ceremonial and vestments began to have a meaning for me, and I was able to share Nigel's pleasure when we were called to take part in them.
   Not that either of us forgot our experience: I know I could never sing the fifty-first Psalm when its turn came round, without thinking of that scene in the Chapter House; nor could I forget, for all he said, that it was I that had brought Nigel to such a pass. And I think it was this more than anything else that helped me to take a more sensible view of life; for I knew that if I got into mischief he would always stand ny my side. He was the most loyal friend a boy could have.
   So instead of being always more or less, 'against the law,' we found ourselves becoming looked to as leaders, and the time passed very happily.
   But I must not forget to tell you how a certain mystery which had puzzled us long ago came to be cleared up. One day we were walking with Father Andrew in the cloisters, and he was explaining to us some of the beauties of the building. Suddenly he stopped, and placing his hand in 'our' cranny in the wall, remarked with a look of complete innocence, "See, here is a curiosity, my sons; a secret chamber hidden within the wall; 'twere a good hiding place for those that had aught to conceal, methinks."
   So that was the explanation of the disappearance of Mary's dress ! The dear old chap has found us out and had destroyed the evidence. I hope he did not get a very bad penance when he made his confession !
   We were now both getting big lads, and the time could not be far off when a decision would have to be reached about the future. Of this we often talked, and Nigel told me of his growing interest in the musical art, and how he hoped, in the Monastry and under the guidance of the Precentor, to pursue his study.
   But deeply as I loved music, and attached though I had become to the Monastry and its services as well as its inmates, I could not bring myself to feel that life within its walls was my proper destiny.
   So at last, when I could no longer give service with my voice, the sad day of parting came --- I going out into the world and Nigel remaining.
   I hope that he eventually rose to become Abbott. I am sure a better could not be found.

	extracted from Peter The Adventures of a Chorister SYDNEY H. NICHOLSON Copyright © S.P.C.K. Reproduced under licence UK CATHEDRAL MUSIC LINKS.ORG.UK