May the trees be taken care of hereafter, when we are all gone; and some of them will perhaps, at some far-distant time, rival the majesty of the yew of Lorton, and those which I have described as growing at Borrowdale, where they are still to be seen in grand assemblage.
And now for the persons that are selected as lying in the churchyard.
But first for the individual whose grave is prepared to receive him.
His story is here truly related.

He was a schoolfellow of mine for some years.

He came to us when he was at least seventeen years of age, very tall, robust, and full grown.

This prevented him from falling into the amusements and games of the school; consequently, he gave more time to books.

He was not remarkably bright or quick, but, by industry, he made a progress more than respectable.