The rustic, childish sculpture of the village mason and the artless doggerel of the village schoolmaster, bring back the time and place and the conditions of life much more vividly than the more scholarly inscriptions and the more artistic enrichments of monuments of greater pretensions.

But where are your own family tombstones ?" "They are over in that farther corner.

There is an intelligent, but inopportune, person apparently copying the epitaphs.

I wish he would go away.

I want to show them to you." I now noticed, for the first time, an individual engaged, note-book in hand, in making a careful survey of a group of old headstones.