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I must gang ageeanwards home now, miss. My granddaughter doesnt like to be kept waitin when the tea is ready, for it takes me time to crammle aboon the grees, for there be a many of em, and miss, I lack belly-timber sairly by the clock. He hobbled away, and I could see him hurrying, as well as he could, down the steps. The steps are a great feature on the place. They lead from the town to the church, there are hundreds of them, I do not know how many, and they wind up in a delicate curve. The slope is so gentle that a horse could easily walk up and down them. I think they must originally have had something to do with the abbey. I shall go home too. Lucy went out, visiting with her mother, and as they were only duty calls, I did not go. 1 August.--I came up here an hour ago with Lucy, and we had a most interesting talk with my old friend and the two others who always come and join him. He is evidently the Sir Oracle of them,and I should think must have been in his time a most dictatorial person. He will not admit anything, and down faces everybody.If he cant out-argue them he bullies them,and then takes their silence for agreement with his views. Lucy was looking sweetly pretty in her white lawn frock. She has got a beautiful colour since she has been here. I noticed that the old men did not lose any time in coming and sitting near her when we sat down.She is so sweet with old people, I think they all fell in love with her on the spot. Even my old man succumbed and did not contradict her, but gave me double share instead. I got him on the subject of the legends , and he went off at once into a sort of sermon. I must try to remember it and put it down. It be all fool-talk, lock, stock, and barrel, thats what it be and nowt else.These bans an wafts an boh- ghosts an bar-guests an bogles an all anent them is only fit to set bairns an dizzy women abelderin. They be nowt but air-blebs. They, an all grims an signs an warnins, be all invented by parsons an illsome berk-bodies an railway touters to skeer an scunner hafflins, an to get folks to do somethin that they dont other incline to. It makes me ireful to think o them. Why, its them that, not content with printin lies on paper an preachin them ou t of pulpits, does want to be cuttin them on the tombstones.Look here all around you in what airt ye will. All them steans, holdin up their heads as well as they can out of their pride, is acant, simply tumblin down with the weight o the lies wrote on them, Here lies the body or Sacred to the memory wrote on all of them, an yet in nigh half of them there beant no bodies at all, an the memories of them beant cared a pinch of snuff about, much less sacred. Lies all of them, nothin but lies of one kind or another! My gog, but itll be a quare scowderment at the Day of Judgment when they come tumblin up in their death-sarks, all jouped together an trying to drag their tombsteans with them to prove how good they was, some of them trimmlin an dithering,with their hands that dozzened an slippery from lyin in the sea that they cant even keep their gurp o them. I could see from the old fellows self-satisfied air and the way in which he looked round for the approval of his cronies that he was showing off, so I put in a word to keep him going. Oh, Mr. Swales, you cant be serious. Surely these tombstones are not all wrong? Yabblins! There may be a poorish few not wrong, savin where they make out the people too good, for there be folk that do think a balm-bowl be like the sea, if only it be their own. The whole thing be only lies. Now look you here. You come here a stranger, an you see this kirkgarth. I nodded, for I thought it better to assent, though I did not quite understand his dialect. I knew it had something to do with the church. |
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