'I am very glad to know they do!' 'Aye,' returned the old man, 'but stay.

Look at them.

See how they hang their heads, and droop, and wither.

Do you guess the reason ?' 'No,' the child replied.
'Because the memory of those who lie below, passes away so soon.

At first they tend them, morning, noon, and night; they soon begin to come less frequently; from once a day, to once a week; from once a week to once a month; then, at long and uncertain intervals; then, not at all.
Such tokens seldom flourish long.