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As if they had been made that they might be
Yet your church-yard Seems, if such freedom may be used with you, To say that you are heedless of the past. Here's neither head nor foot-stone, plate of brass, Cross-bones or skull, type of our earthly state Or emblem of our hopes : the dead man's home Is but a fellow to that pasture field.
PRIEST. Why there, Sir, is a thought that's new to me. The Stone-cutters, 'tis true, might beg their bread If every English church-yard were like ours : Yet your conclusion wanders from the truth.
We have no need of names and epitaphs,
Your dalesmen, then, do in each other's thoughts
With what I've witness'd, and with what I've heard,
It looks just like the rest, and yet that man
'Tis a common case, We'll take another : who is he that lies Beneath yon ridge, the last of those three graves ;It touches on that piece of native rock Left in the church-yard wall.
. That's Walter Ewbank. He had as white a head and fresh a cheek As ever were produc'd by youth and age Engendering in the blood of hale fourscore. For five long generations had the heart Of Walter's forefathers o'erflow'd the bounds Of their inheritance, that single cottage, You see it yonder, and those few green fields. They toil'd and wrought, and still, from sire to son, Each struggled, and each yielded as before
A little-yet a little--and old Walter, They left to him the family heart, and land With other burthens than the crop it bore. Year after year the old man still preserv'd A chearful mind, and buffeted with bond, Interest and mortgages ; at last he sank, And went into his grave before his time. Poor Walter ! whether it was care that spurr'd him God only knows, but to the very last He had the lightest foot in Ennerdale :: His pace was never that of an old man : I almost see him tripping down the path With his two Grandsons after him—but you, Unless our Landlord be your host to-night, Have far to travel, and in these rough paths. Even in the longest day of midsummer
LEONARD. But these two Orphans !
Orphans ! such they were