We alighted; and followed the plain coffin to a corner I remember well, where the service was read consigning it to the dust.
'Six-and-thirty years ago, this day, my dear,' said my aunt, as we walked back to the chariot, 'I was married. God forgive us all!' We took our seats in silence; and so she sat beside me for a long time, holding my hand.At length she suddenly burst into tears, and said:
'He was a fine-looking man when I married him,Trot—and he was sadly changed!'