I performed the burial service over her remains.

She lies in our little churchyard.

There is no stone at her grave's head.

Her sorrows were known to man; her virtues to God.
'it had been arranged previously to the convict's departure, that he should write to his mother as soon as he could obtain permission, and that the letter should be addressed to me.

The father had positively refused to see his son from the moment of his apprehension; and it was a matter of indifference to him whether he lived or died.