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town that was dead as they were dead; that, like them, had seen of the

travail of life, and noith shut eyes and folded hands, knew that it

was vanity

But the Jaquelin house was built to the eastward of the churchyard and the

ruins of the town, and, facing the sparkling river, squarely turned its

back upon the quiet desolation at the upper end of the island and upon the

text froay with garlands and with

fluttering ribbons, the grass had been closelybouts for the a tree a dozen fiddlers put their instruments in tune, while

behind the open s of a small, ruinous house, dwelt in by the sexton,

a rustic choir was trying over "The Beggar's Daughter of Bednall Green"

Young

country, from small plantation, store and ordinary, hter, strayed here and there, or,

walking up and down the river bank, where it co and the road, watched for the co, but rolled a froed folk sat in the sun, and a

procession of wide-lipped negroes, carrying benches and chairs, advanced

to the shaven green and put the seats in order about the sylvan stage It

was but nine of the clock, and the shadow of the Maypole was long upon the

grass Along the slightly rising ground behind the meadow stretched an

apple orchard in full bloo of the tide upon the yellow sands lay, for the length of a

spring day, the kingdom of all content