SUSAN GRAY. 119

age to speak, you turned into the house with-
out looking towards me.

Then, with a sad heart, I left the gate, and
began to climb the hill. As I went along, I
gathered in my apron a few primroses, cow-
slips, and other flowers, to scatter over my
beloved father and mother’s graves, if I should
be able to find the spot where their dear re-
mains were laid in peace.

When I got within the church-yard, I was
obliged to sit down on a tomb-stone, to rest
myself; for I was become so weak, that I was
quite spent with the walk. My heart beat, and
a pain in my side, which I had never felt be-
fore, was so violent, that it almost took away
my breath.

I soon, however, became better, and I got
up and walked round the church, till, coming
to the great yew tree, I saw under it two graves,
side by side, at the foot of which was a stone,
on which I read the names of James and Mary
Gray.

T scattered the flowers which I had gathered
upon the graves; yet, although I had of late
wept so much, [ did not then shed one tear.
I stood with my eyes fixed upon the grave-
stone for a very long while; and in that time I
thought over ail the strange things which had
befailen me since the time when, a very young
child, I had followed my dear parents to their
last quiet home. But, although I did not weep,
my heart felt very, very sad, and I wished that
the hour were near at hand when I might lay
my body in the dust beside those of my dear