There aint no tyranny in it, an' no pettifoggin' interference.

Why, there's places in England where ye can't put what ye likes over the grave o' yer dead friends!--ye've got to 'submit' yer idee to the parzon, or wot's worse, the Corporation, if ser be yer last go-to-bed place is near a town.

There's a town I know of," and here Mr.Twitt began to laugh,--"wheer ye can't 'ave a moniment put up to your dead folk without 'subjectin'' the design to the Town Council--an' we all knows the fine taste o' Town Councils! They'se 'artists,' an' no mistake! I've got the rules of the cemetery of that town for my own eddification.

They runs like this--" And drawing a paper from his pocket, he read as follows:-- "'All gravestones, monuments, tombs, tablets, memorials, palisades, curbs, and inscriptions shall be subject to the approval of the Town Council; and a drawing, showing the form, materials, and dimensions of every gravestone, monument, tomb, tablet, memorial, palisades, or curb proposed to be erected or fixed, together with a copy of the inscription intended to be cut thereon (if any), on the form provided by the Town Council, must be left at the office of the Clerk at least ten days before the first Tuesday in any month.

The Town Council reserve to themselves the right to remove or prevent the erection of any monument, tomb, tablet, memorial, etc., which shall not have previously received their sanction.' There! What d' ye think of that ?" Helmsley had listened in astonishment.
"Think?
I think it is monstrous!" he said, with some indignation.