In another, a vaulted tomb, handsome externally but horrible inside with damp and cobwebs, there were three mounds of black earth and an uncovered thigh bone.

This was the place of interment, it appeared, of a family with whom the gardener had been long in service.

He was among old acquaintances.

'This'll be Miss Marg'et's,' said he, giving the bone a friendly kick.

'The auld -- -!' I have always an uncomfortable feeling in a graveyard, at sight of so many tombs to perpetuate memories best forgotten; but I never had the impression so strongly as that day.
People had been at some expense in both these cases: to provoke a melancholy feeling of derision in the one, and an insulting epithet in the other.