He caught one, tied its legs together, passed the rope over his head, and started for home.

In climbing a fence, the rope slipped, caught him by the neck, and strangled him.

Next morning he was found hanging dead on one side of the fence and the sheep on the other; in memory whereof the lord of the manor caused this monument to be erected as a warning to all who love mutton better than virtue.

I will send a copy of this record to him or her who shall first set me right about this column and its locality.
And telling over these old stories reminds me that I have something which may interest architects and perhaps some other persons.

I once ascended the spire of Strasburg Cathedral, which is the highest, I think, in Europe.