The coroner said a few civil words when he heard that one of the visitors of the town, out of sheer pity, had offered to defray the expenses of the little funeral.
The little unknown babe, who had spent the night in the deep sea, was buried in the cemetery on the Lewes Road.

I bought a grave for her under the spreading boughs of a tree; she had a white pall and a quantity of white flowers.

The matron from the work-house went, and it was not at all like a pauper's funeral.

The sun was shining, and the balmy air was filled with the song of birds; but then the sun does shine, and the birds will sing, for paupers! I ordered a small white marble cross; it stands underneath the trees at the head of the little green grove.

When the head mason asked me what name was to be put upon it, I was puzzled.