He made himself both useful and agreeable, as he knew it was the best way of getting along without trouble, and he was very talkative and goodnatured.

But some, as they approached the grave, observed that Mr.Weston, and one or two others, seemed to wish a certain quietness of deportment to evince respect for the hallowed spot, and the jest and noisy laugh were suddenly subdued.

Had it been a magnificent building, whose proportions they were to admire and discuss; had a gate of fair marble stood open to admit the visitor; had even the flag of his country waved where he slept, they could not have felt so solemnized--but to stand before this simple building, that shelters his sarcophagus from the elements; to lean upon unadorned iron gates, which guarded the sacred spot from intrusion; to look up and count the little birds' nests in the plastered roof, and the numberless hornets that have made their homes there too; to pluck the tendrils of the wild grapes that cluster here--this simple grandeur affected each one.

He was again in life before them, steadily pursuing the great work for which he was sent, and now, reposing from his labor.
And then they passed on to the old, empty grave.

It was decaying away, yawning with its open mouth as if asking for its honored tenement.