THE SEXTON With such things in my mind, it took me long to come back to my work again.

It even seemed a wicked thing, so near to all these proofs of God's great visitation over us, to walk about and say, "I will do this," or even to think, "I will try to do that." My own poor helplessness, and loss of living love to guide me, laid upon my heart a weight from which it scarcely cared to move.

All was buried, all was done with, all had passed from out the world, and left no mark but graves behind.

What good to stir anew such sadness, even if a poor weak thing like me could move its mystery?
Time, however, and my nurse Betsy, and Jacob Rigg the gardener, brought me back to a better state of mind, and renewed the right courage within me.

But, first of all, Jacob Rigg aroused my terror and interest vividly.