The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1864-10-14

met, that if he liked, 1 would perform
the last rits over his poor young wife
this very afternoon. At first, rs ]
was told to expect, he would not hear
of the funeral taking place anywhere
hut ut Newcastle, his home, but after
some persuasion be yielded the point,
and the thing is NIL settled; so, as j
must tell the sexton to prepare al
grave by half past three, must moi
talk any longer; and really the scene
] have just come from, iuakes me feel
that | should like to DC alone for a
time. am most thankful to say that
the conversation l had with the poor
fellow, did much to make him resign
cd. He had heard OF me often be-
fore, he said, and on his table ] no
ticed my little tract called resignation,
winch he told me, to use his own
words, had been balm to his wound
ed spirit. Very gratifying, was it
notp Good morning to you, my dear
Lieutenant; good morning my good
men," he added, ne we raised our
caps to him, and saw his kindly face
turn towards home.
Before long the bells began to toll
and as went home to dinner, i saw
the sexton hard ut work ut the grave,
which, at the shippers request, was
to he made on the side nearest the
sea and farthest from the village,
since he told the vicar it would be so
comforting, when his ship passed by
Elruin, "to see tho spot where his
Mary Ann was eleeping."
The report that there was to he
funeral from the strange ship in the
oning spread like wildfire through the
village, and halt an hour before the
body was TO leave the ship, the cliff
was crowded by the villagers. the
women with their shawls tied over
their heads, leading their children by
their hands.
Funerals are always great attrac-
tion to our people, but since the last
Earl at the castle was buried, none
had caused so much interest as this.
Poor Skipper barley" says my old
woman; won't he feel lonesome, just
when be gets back TO his ship without
his missusY'
'Werry,' says I, mo donbt He
aint been married more nor two
years. Lor, what O good sort OF a
female che must have been, all the
crew seem so fond other. Look you
here, old lady, through the glass
Dye see the figure head of the vessel
yonder?'
Yes says she, resting the glass on
my shoulder; n tlugure of woman
in green gown and yaller hair
That be, no doubt, an exact like.
ness of Mary Ann Darley,' says l.
its n very common plan that, and as
old Cap'n Bist, IA command the
'Tilda years ngo, used to say, "when-
ever follows my wife, ] goes right;
as sticks her at the end Of my wess-
el, the 'Tilda alters goes right"
'Lor,' says my wife, again looking
through the glass, show beautiful Mrs
Mary Ann barley must have been
Never did see such bust, hair and
bearing They are coming Mt Inst
! The boats are being let down.
"The church bells telled sadly
through the keen frosty air, and there
was not heart among all those or
the cliff that did not feel the deepest
sympathy for the widowed skipper.
Slowly, and with long, measur
ed stroke, came the two boats, into
the first of which we had noticed thu
coffin being lowered,
"The bier had been taken down t,
the shore, 30, when they had landed
the coffin was placed upon it, an'
borne up the gang-way by four of tn
crew.
"The other four came behind; th'
skipper, who seemed drcadfully agi
tated leaning heavily on the arm o
the man with the big buttons, hi'
face buried in his handkerchief, from
which we at times could hear n deer
sob
"Up the little street the procession
went, and among all the womeI
there was not an eye thnt was no
filed with tears.
" Poor fellow said my wife, 'h'
+ do take on terrible, 80 be sure, tha
he certainly docs. How kind hi
friend seem TO him. Haint he crying
just a little, too.
Mr.. Coles met him at the churcl
gate, and with some sixty others the,
entered the church; ] and my wife
stood at the corner Of the yard ant
waited till they came out, which they
did before lonS, and the coffin wat
| lowered into the grave as tue clocl
ceased to chime four
After it was all over, Mr.. Cole
went and shook hands, in his kin,
way, with the skipper, and tried Il
console him, Much he seemed to re
quirc comforting, poor fellow
a-"Just let me look once more at my
Mary Hann's coffin-once more lool
at Mary Ham Darley's grave afor'
they fills it up forever"
"Come along, poor mate" said hi'
, friend, land don't take on so terrible
, I have spoke to the kind vicar, ant
, he says he will see to the monument
being erected right, when you seAt
the design from Newcastle. Only
tlink how comforting it will be, wher
you are sailing along past this here
place with Goals, TO be able just tC
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