The mountain Democrat., 1864-08-20

tied over their heads, leading their chill
dren by their hands.
Funerals are always a great attraction
to our people, but since the last earl at
the castle was buried a01e bad caused so
much interest as this.
POOR Skipper Barley = s9ys N.Y. Old
woman, won't he feel lonesome just when
he gets back to his ship without his mis-
susH
''Werry,' says ], mo doubt; he amt
been married more nor two years. Lor,
what good sort Of female she must have
been, oil the crew seemed so fond of her;
look you here, old lady, through the glass.
Dye see the figure head of the vessel
yonderP'
'Yes,' says she, resting the glass onmy
shoulder; a figure Of woman in a green
gown and yaler hair
'That be no doubt an exact likeness of
Mary Ann Darley,' says it's very
common plan that, and as old Cap'n Bist,
as commanded the Tilda years ago used
to say, Wherever l follows my wife
goes right; as sticks her at the end of
my vessel, the good 'Tilda always goes
right
Lori says my wife, again looking
through the glass, how beautiful Mrs Ma.
ry Ann barley must have beeni Never
did | see such a bust, hair, and hearings.
They are coming at last, the boats are be.
ing let down..
The church bell tolled sadly through
the keen frosty air, and there was not a
heart among al! those on the cliff that did
not feel the deepest mpa;hy for the wild
owed skipper.
Slowly, and with a long, measured
stroke, came the two boats, into the first
Of which we had noticed the coffin being
lowered
The bier had been taken down to the
shore, so, when they had all landed, the
coffin was placed upon it, and borne up
the gangway by four Of the crew.
The other four came behind; the skip
per, who appeared dreadfully agitated,
leant heavily on the arm Of the man with
the big buttons, his face buried in his
handkerchief, from which, at times, we
corAd hear deep sob.
Up the little street the procession went,
o'N h'hOhB al tIC tilSIS " do IOb
an eve that was not filled with tears
Poor fellow I said my wife, he Go take
on terrible, to be sure, that he certainly
does. How kind his friends seems to him,
'baint he crying just little tooy'
Mr.. Coles met them at the church gate,
and with some sixty others they entered
the church and my wife stood at the
corner of the yard and waited till they
came out; which they did before long, and
the coffin was lowered into the grave as
the clock ceased to chime four.
After it was all over, Mr.. Coles went up
and shook hands, in his kind way, with
the skipper, and tried to console him.
Much he seemed to require comforting,
poor fellow
''Just let the look once more at my Ma
ry Hams cofIin-one more look at Mary
Ham Darley's grave afore they fills it up
for ever
Come along, old mate said his friend,
and don't take on so terrible; | have
spoke to the kind vicar, and he says he
will see to the monument being erected
right, when you sends the design from
Newcastle. Only think how comforting
twill be when you be sailing along past
this here place with Goals, to be able just
to look through the glass and say, i can
see the place where, underneath an ILL
CANT tomb, rests Mary Ann Darley, what
was so very dear to me as a wife and all
those who knowed her as a sister
these words seemed to have a comfort.
ing effect on the mind of the widower,
who suffered himself to be led away, say
ing, in tones which deeply moved US all,
Bless your good vicar, who wrote that
tract, which alone prevents me following
my Mary Ham to the grave broken-'e cart
ed
The bell began once more to toll, as
the sexton filled up the grave, and hid
from the admiring sight of the boys the
rows Of brass nails which told that Mary
Ann barley was cut off at the carly age Of
twenty-six.
"Cut off as tulip said the sexton.
who, always improved the occasion to the
bystanders and her husband remains,
as an ostrich, alone in the desert; and
how | wonders he did not have a brick
grave, which would have made her COM
Portable, and been IS. 4d. into my breech-
es' pockets, which, as my wife has twins
again, would be cceptable-very.'
''Blcss ye, John, says my old woman,
as we walked home, 'l'don't know what
ye would do without your missus to get
your meals ready and take the insides out
of fishes, nor without my old man /; and
its thinking of this that makes me feel so
bad about this poor young man as has lost
hi Maru Ann Nhiph mn hnuo hnnn
very beautiful, II she was any like the
figure on the ship, which was most pleas
ing as seen by your glass.
Il had that evening, remember, left a
net on the sea.shore, and as | passed the
coast-guard station | saw the lieutenant
was watching the ship, which had not yet
started. lie called me up into the guard
room, where he was seated. BILL says
he to me, three of my men unfortunate
ly are at Darling this week. L must have
at least five men tonight; so, if you wish
to earn good nights wages, be down at
my house before eight this evening.
Before the appointed time l was at the
lieutenant's house; four Of the coast-guard
were seated around the kitchen fire, each
armed with musket and cutlass.
This is for you,' said the lieutenant,
handing NE a cutlass and long pistol
now follow me-
'Where are we to 60 to?' said to
the man with whom had to walk.
''ro church, says he.
"To church,? says I. what a rum
go!'
"a rum CO. indeed says he; only its
orders not to talk, so don't ak no more
questions
1t was a clear night, and the frosty
tomb stones looked like ghosts as we en-
tered the church, the key of which the