It's always open, day and night, and they say tramps sleep there now and again.

Anyone who likes can sleep there, but it wouldn't be me.' We thought that it would not be us either, but we wanted to go more than ever, especially when the man said-- 'My own great-uncle of the mother's side, he was one of the masons that set up the stone slab.

Before then it was thick glass, and you could see the dead man lying inside, as he'd left it in his will.

He was lying there in a glass coffin with his best clothes--blue satin and silver, my uncle said, such as was all the go in his day, with his wig on, and his sword beside him, what he used to wear.

My uncle said his hair had grown out from under his wig, and his beard was down to the toes of him.