There is a certain frame of mind to which a cemetery is, if not an antidote, at least an alleviation. If you are in a fit of the blues, go nowhere else.

“My dear," said my mother suddenly, "take the money and run on. I am going to fa…”

“It was one January morning, very early—a pinching, frosty morning—the cove all …”

“Everyone who got where he is has had to begin where he was.”

“Scared by the thought , brooded awhile on his own past, groping in all the corn…”