Two of these old graveyards---the one that I resided in and one further along--- have been deliberately neglected by our descendants of to-day until there is no occupying them any longer.

Aside from the osteological discomfort of it---and that is no light matter this rainy weather---the present state of things is ruinous to property.

We have got to move or be content to see our effects wasted away and utterly destroyed.
"Now, you will hardly believe it, but it is true, nevertheless, that there isn't a single coffin in good repair among all my acquaintance---now that is an absolute fact.

I do not refer to low people who come in a pine box mounted on an express-wagon, but I am talking about your high-toned, silver-mounted burial-case, your monumental sort, that travel under black plumes at the head of a procession and have choice of cemetery lots -- -I mean folks like the Jarvises, and the Bledsoes and Burlings, and such.
They are all about ruined.

The most substantial people in our set, they were.