The proper inscription for the most part of mankind, I began to think, is the cynical jeer, _cras tibi_.

That, if anything, will stop the mouth of a carper; since it both admits the worst and carries the war triumphantly into the enemy's camp.
Greyfriars is a place of many associations.

There was one window in a house at the lower end, now demolished, which was pointed out to me by the gravedigger as a spot of legendary interest.

Burke, the resurrection man, infamous for so many murders at five shillings a-head, used to sit thereat, with pipe and nightcap, to watch burials going forward on the green.

In a tomb higher up, which must then have been but newly finished, John Knox, according to the same informant, had taken refuge in a turmoil of the Reformation.