I call to mind the time her daughter died.

She was eighty-nine if she was a day, and tries to pass upon us now, for ten year younger.

Oh! human vanity!' The other old man was not behindhand with some moral reflections on this fruitful theme, and both adduced a mass of evidence, of such weight as to render it doubtful--not whether the deceased was of the age suggested, but whether she had not almost reached the patriarchal term of a hundred.

When they had settled this question to their mutual satisfaction, the sexton, with his friend's assistance, rose to go.
'It's chilly, sitting here, and I must be careful--till the summer,' he said, as he prepared to limp away.
'What ?' asked old David.
'He's very deaf, poor fellow!' cried the sexton.

'Good-bye!' 'Ah!' said old David, looking after him.