No, my boy, I would sooner see you take a farm from my lord, than that.

And now I am tired with talking, and so leave me, but after I am gone, remember what I have said." A few days after this the old man passed peacefully from the world without a sigh.
They buried him in the family vault under the chancel windows.

And he was the last of the Buckleys that slept in the grave of his forefathers.

And the old arch beneath the east window is built up for ever.
Soon after he was gone, the Major, as I shall call him in future, sold the house and park, and the few farms that were left, and found himself with twelve thousand pounds, ready to begin the world again.

He funded his money and made up his mind to wait a few years and see what to do; determining that if no other course should open, he would emigrate to Canada--the paradise of half-pay officers.