The upper one ran: 'David Suveret Grieve, Sept.

15, 1863;' the lower, 'Louise Stephanie Grieve, Sept.

15, 1863.' They were written in bold round-hand, and could be read at a considerable distance.

During the nine months they had been there, many a rustic passer-by had been stopped by them, especially by the oddity of the name _Suveret_, which tormented the Derbyshire mouth.
In a corner of the walls stood something more puzzling still--a large iron pan, filled to the brim with water, and firmly bedded on a foundation of earth and stones.

So still in general was the shining sheltered round, that the branches of the mountain ash which leant against the crumbling wall, the tufts of hard fern growing among the stones, the clouds which sailed overhead, were all delicately mirrored in it.