My works don't all moulder away, and rot in the earth.

You see that spade in the centre ?' 'The very old one--so notched and worn?
Yes.' 'That's the sexton's spade, and it's a well-used one, as you see.
We're healthy people here, but it has done a power of work.

If it could speak now, that spade, it would tell you of many an unexpected job that it and I have done together; but I forget 'em, for my memory's a poor one .-- That's nothing new,' he added hastily.

'It always was.' 'There are flowers and shrubs to speak to your other work,' said the child.
'Oh yes.

And tall trees.