<A S. HILL>
<T Gentleman & Ladies>
<C i>
<P 5>
It was a pretty churchyard. An ugly church, monstrous and
vulgar as the cloth merchants who had built it. But a pretty
churchyard. Hubert Gaily liked churchyards, they gave him a
curious sense of well-being. If the worst of it all, he often
thought, ended in a place like this, then nothing was ever so
bad as you pretended. Ma agreed with that. Ma had some
nice opinions on churchyards.
@"Churchyards are the way of nature,' she said, "not like
those Crems. People forget you too quick if you're burned up.
They don't find it so comfortable to forget you with a nice
headstone.'
@The headstones here were all erect and orderly, close-+
shaven, loyally inscribed. Hands in his clay-coloured rain+
coat, Gaily, myopic, bent down and read one at random,
wonderingly.
@$SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF$
@$ALOYSIUS ALBERT QUENTIN SAVAGE$
@$SON OF$
@$ALBERT AND JEMIMA SAVAGE$
@$BORN FEBRUARY$ 5 1801
@$DIED DECEMBER$ 28 1883
@Quidquid agas prudenter agas et respice . . .
