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‘
Do
you
—
do
you
bury
any
one
to
-
day
?
’
he
said
,
eagerly
.
‘
No
,
no
!
Who
should
we
bury
,
Sir
?
’
returned
the
sexton
.
‘
Aye
,
who
indeed
!
I
say
with
you
,
who
indeed
!
’
‘
It
is
a
holiday
with
us
,
good
Sir
,
’
returned
the
sexton
mildly
.
‘
We
have
no
work
to
do
to
-
day
.
’
‘
Why
then
,
I
’
ll
go
where
you
will
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
turning
to
the
child
.
‘
You
’
re
sure
of
what
you
tell
me
?
You
would
not
deceive
me
?
I
am
changed
,
even
in
the
little
time
since
you
last
saw
me
.
’
‘
Go
thy
ways
with
him
,
Sir
,
’
cried
the
sexton
,
‘
and
Heaven
be
with
ye
both
!
’
‘
I
am
quite
ready
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
meekly
.
‘
Come
,
boy
,
come
—
’
and
so
submitted
to
be
led
away
.
And
now
the
bell
—
the
bell
she
had
so
often
heard
,
by
night
and
day
,
and
listened
to
with
solemn
pleasure
almost
as
a
living
voice
—
rung
its
remorseless
toll
,
for
her
,
so
young
,
so
beautiful
,
so
good
.
Decrepit
age
,
and
vigorous
life
,
and
blooming
youth
,
and
helpless
infancy
,
poured
forth
—
on
crutches
,
in
the
pride
of
strength
and
health
,
in
the
full
blush
of
promise
,
in
the
mere
dawn
of
life
—
to
gather
round
her
tomb
.
Old
men
were
there
,
whose
eyes
were
dim
and
senses
failing
—
grandmothers
,
who
might
have
died
ten
years
ago
,
and
still
been
old
—
the
deaf
,
the
blind
,
the
lame
,
the
palsied
,
the
living
dead
in
many
shapes
and
forms
,
to
see
the
closing
of
that
early
grave
.
What
was
the
death
it
would
shut
in
,
to
that
which
still
could
crawl
and
creep
above
it
!
Along
the
crowded
path
they
bore
her
now
;
pure
as
the
newly
-
fallen
snow
that
covered
it
;
whose
day
on
earth
had
been
as
fleeting
.
Under
the
porch
,
where
she
had
sat
when
Heaven
in
its
mercy
brought
her
to
that
peaceful
spot
,
she
passed
again
;
and
the
old
church
received
her
in
its
quiet
shade
.