mob, for he
was an object of universal execration and horror; and even ten years
afterwards, when he died, his body was buried in secret at the dead of
night, for the hatred of the world survived him!"
"And the Corporal, did he marry in his old age?"
"History telleth of one Jacob Bunting, whose wife, several years younger
than himself, played him certain sorry pranks with the young curate
of the parish: the said Jacob, knowing nothing thereof, but furnishing
great objectation unto his neighbours, by boasting that he turned
an excellent penny by selling poultry to his reverence above market
prices,--'For Bessy, my girl, I'm a man of the world--augh!'"
"Contented! a suitable fate for the old dog--But Peter Dealtry?"
"Of Peter Dealtry know we nothing more, save that we have seen at
Grassdale church-yard, a small tombstone inscribed to his memory, with
the following sacred poesy thereto appended,--
"'We flourish, saith the holy text
One hour, and are cut down the next:
I was like grass but yesterday,
But Death has mowed me into hay.'"
"And his namesake, Sir Peter Grindlescrew Hales?"
"Went through a long life, honoured and respected, but met with domestic
misfortunes in old age. His eldest son married a maid servant, and his
youngest daughter--"
"Eloped with the groom?"
"By no means,--with a young spendthrift;--the very picture of what Sir
Peter was in his youth: they were both disinherited, and Sir Peter died
in the arms of his eight remaining children, seven of whom never forgave
his memory for not being the eighth, viz. chief heir."
"And his cotemporary, John Courtland, the non-hypochondriac?"
"Died of sudden suffocation, as he was crossing Hounslow Heath."
"But Lord--?"
"Lived to a great age; his last days, owing to growing infirmities, were
spent out of the world; every one pitied him,--it was the happiest time
of his life!"
"Dame Darkmans?"
"Was found dead in her bed, from over fatigue, it was supposed, in
making merry at the funeral of a young girl on the previous day."
"Well!--hem,--and so Walter and his cousin were really married; and did
they never return to the old Manor-house?"
"No; the memory that is allied only to melancholy, grows sweet with
years, and hallows the spot which it haunts; not so the memory allied to
dread, terror, and something too of shame. Walter sold the property
with some pangs of natural regret; after his marriag
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