I'll move father's body to a decent Christian churchyard, if I do it with my own hands.

I can't save his life, but I can give him an honourable grave.

He shan't lie in this accursed place!' 'Ay, as our pa'son says, 'tis a barbarous custom they keep up at Sidlinch, and ought to be done away wi'.

The man a' old soldier, too.
You see, our pa'son is not like yours at Sidlinch.' 'He says it is barbarous, does he?
So it is!' cried the soldier.

'Now hearken, my friends.' Then he proceeded to inquire if they would increase his indebtedness to them by undertaking the removal, privately, of the body of the suicide to the churchyard, not of Sidlinch, a parish he now hated, but of Chalk-Newton.