It has been long the favourite termination of my walks, and, if my kind patron forgets not his promise, will (and probably at no very distant day) be my final resting-place after my mortal pilgrimage.

[Note: Note, by Mr Jedediah Cleishbotham .-- That I kept my plight in this melancholy matter with my deceased and lamented friend, appeareth from a handsome headstone, erected at my proper charges in this spot, bearing the name and calling of Peter Pattieson, with the date of his nativity and sepulture; together also with a testimony of his merits, attested by myself, as his superior and patron .-- J.

C.] "It is a spot which possesses all the solemnity of feeling attached to a burial-ground, without exciting those of a more unpleasing description.
Having been very little used for many years, the few hillocks which rise above the level plain are covered with the same short velvet turf.

The monuments, of which there are not above seven or eight, are half sunk in the ground, and overgrown with moss.

No newly-erected tomb disturbs the sober serenity of our reflections by reminding us of recent calamity, and no rank-springing grass forces upon our imagination the recollection, that it owes its dark luxuriance to the foul and festering remnants of mortality which ferment beneath.