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The
bachelor
,
among
his
various
occupations
,
found
in
the
old
church
a
constant
source
of
interest
and
amusement
.
Taking
that
pride
in
it
which
men
conceive
for
the
wonders
of
their
own
little
world
,
he
had
made
its
history
his
study
;
and
many
a
summer
day
within
its
walls
,
and
many
a
winter
’
s
night
beside
the
parsonage
fire
,
had
found
the
bachelor
still
poring
over
,
and
adding
to
,
his
goodly
store
of
tale
and
legend
.
As
he
was
not
one
of
those
rough
spirits
who
would
strip
fair
Truth
of
every
little
shadowy
vestment
in
which
time
and
teeming
fancies
love
to
array
her
—
and
some
of
which
become
her
pleasantly
enough
,
serving
,
like
the
waters
of
her
well
,
to
add
new
graces
to
the
charms
they
half
conceal
and
half
suggest
,
and
to
awaken
interest
and
pursuit
rather
than
languor
and
indifference
—
as
,
unlike
this
stern
and
obdurate
class
,
he
loved
to
see
the
goddess
crowned
with
those
garlands
of
wild
flowers
which
tradition
wreathes
for
her
gentle
wearing
,
and
which
are
often
freshest
in
their
homeliest
shapes
—
he
trod
with
a
light
step
and
bore
with
a
light
hand
upon
the
dust
of
centuries
,
unwilling
to
demolish
any
of
the
airy
shrines
that
had
been
raised
above
it
,
if
any
good
feeling
or
affection
of
the
human
heart
were
hiding
thereabouts
.
Thus
,
in
the
case
of
an
ancient
coffin
of
rough
stone
,
supposed
,
for
many
generations
,
to
contain
the
bones
of
a
certain
baron
,
who
,
after
ravaging
,
with
cut
,
and
thrust
,
and
plunder
,
in
foreign
lands
,
came
back
with
a
penitent
and
sorrowing
heart
to
die
at
home
,
but
which
had
been
lately
shown
by
learned
antiquaries
to
be
no
such
thing
,
as
the
baron
in
question
(
so
they
contended
)
had
died
hard
in
battle
,
gnashing
his
teeth
and
cursing
with
his
latest
breath
—
the
bachelor
stoutly
maintained
that
the
old
tale
was
the
true
one
;
that
the
baron
,
repenting
him
of
the
evil
,
had
done
great
charities
and
meekly
given
up
the
ghost
;
and
that
,
if
ever
baron
went
to
heaven
,
that
baron
was
then
at
peace
.
In
like
manner
,
when
the
aforesaid
antiquaries
did
argue
and
contend
that
a
certain
secret
vault
was
not
the
tomb
of
a
grey
-
haired
lady
who
had
been
hanged
and
drawn
and
quartered
by
glorious
Queen
Bess
for
succouring
a
wretched
priest
who
fainted
of
thirst
and
hunger
at
her
door
,
the
bachelor
did
solemnly
maintain
,
against
all
comers
,
that
the
church
was
hallowed
by
the
said
poor
lady
’
s
ashes
;
that
her
remains
had
been
collected
in
the
night
from
four
of
the
city
’
s
gates
,
and
thither
in
secret
brought
,
and
there
deposited
;
and
the
bachelor
did
further
(
being
highly
excited
at
such
times
)
deny
the
glory
of
Queen
Bess
,
and
assert
the
immeasurably
greater
glory
of
the
meanest
woman
in
her
realm
,
who
had
a
merciful
and
tender
heart
.
As
to
the
assertion
that
the
flat
stone
near
the
door
was
not
the
grave
of
the
miser
who
had
disowned
his
only
child
and
left
a
sum
of
money
to
the
church
to
buy
a
peal
of
bells
,
the
bachelor
did
readily
admit
the
same
,
and
that
the
place
had
given
birth
to
no
such
man
.
In
a
word
,
he
would
have
had
every
stone
,
and
plate
of
brass
,
the
monument
only
of
deeds
whose
memory
should
survive
.
All
others
he
was
willing
to
forget
.
They
might
be
buried
in
consecrated
ground
,
but
he
would
have
had
them
buried
deep
,
and
never
brought
to
light
again
.
It
was
from
the
lips
of
such
a
tutor
,
that
the
child
learnt
her
easy
task
.
Already
impressed
,
beyond
all
telling
,
by
the
silent
building
and
the
peaceful
beauty
of
the
spot
in
which
it
stood
—
majestic
age
surrounded
by
perpetual
youth
—
it
seemed
to
her
,
when
she
heard
these
things
,
sacred
to
all
goodness
and
virtue
.
It
was
another
world
,
where
sin
and
sorrow
never
came
;
a
tranquil
place
of
rest
,
where
nothing
evil
entered
.
When
the
bachelor
had
given
her
in
connection
with
almost
every
tomb
and
flat
grave
-
stone
some
history
of
its
own
,
he
took
her
down
into
the
old
crypt
,
now
a
mere
dull
vault
,
and
showed
her
how
it
had
been
lighted
up
in
the
time
of
the
monks
,
and
how
,
amid
lamps
depending
from
the
roof
,
and
swinging
censers
exhaling
scented
odours
,
and
habits
glittering
with
gold
and
silver
,
and
pictures
,
and
precious
stuffs
,
and
jewels
all
flashing
and
glistening
through
the
low
arches
,
the
chaunt
of
aged
voices
had
been
many
a
time
heard
there
,
at
midnight
,
in
old
days
,
while
hooded
figures
knelt
and
prayed
around
,
and
told
their
rosaries
of
beads
.
Thence
,
he
took
her
above
ground
again
,
and
showed
her
,
high
up
in
the
old
walls
,
small
galleries
,
where
the
nuns
had
been
wont
to
glide
along
—
dimly
seen
in
their
dark
dresses
so
far
off
—
or
to
pause
like
gloomy
shadows
,
listening
to
the
prayers
.
He
showed
her
too
,
how
the
warriors
,
whose
figures
rested
on
the
tombs
,
had
worn
those
rotting
scraps
of
armour
up
above
—
how
this
had
been
a
helmet
,
and
that
a
shield
,
and
that
a
gauntlet
—
and
how
they
had
wielded
the
great
two
-
handed
swords
,
and
beaten
men
down
,
with
yonder
iron
mace
.
All
that
he
told
the
child
she
treasured
in
her
mind
;
and
sometimes
,
when
she
awoke
at
night
from
dreams
of
those
old
times
,
and
rising
from
her
bed
looked
out
at
the
dark
church
,
she
almost
hoped
to
see
the
windows
lighted
up
,
and
hear
the
organ
’
s
swell
,
and
sound
of
voices
,
on
the
rushing
wind
.
The
old
sexton
soon
got
better
,
and
was
about
again
.
From
him
the
child
learnt
many
other
things
,
though
of
a
different
kind
.
He
was
not
able
to
work
,
but
one
day
there
was
a
grave
to
be
made
,
and
he
came
to
overlook
the
man
who
dug
it
.
He
was
in
a
talkative
mood
;
and
the
child
,
at
first
standing
by
his
side
,
and
afterwards
sitting
on
the
grass
at
his
feet
,
with
her
thoughtful
face
raised
towards
his
,
began
to
converse
with
him
.
Now
,
the
man
who
did
the
sexton
’
s
duty
was
a
little
older
than
he
,
though
much
more
active
.
But
he
was
deaf
;
and
when
the
sexton
(
who
peradventure
,
on
a
pinch
,
might
have
walked
a
mile
with
great
difficulty
in
half
-
a
-
dozen
hours
)
exchanged
a
remark
with
him
about
his
work
,
the
child
could
not
help
noticing
that
he
did
so
with
an
impatient
kind
of
pity
for
his
infirmity
,
as
if
he
were
himself
the
strongest
and
heartiest
man
alive
.
