New England bygones . he air; n(jfootfall; never so light a touch of the hand; g(jne, utterly gone;henceforth to be slipping flirther and farther away from thetreacherous hold of memory. After a funeral the people were apt to linger, dropping offone bv one, each to his own way and work; only relatives andnear friends staying to sit down to unrelished baked bier, flinging out its fantastic arms, always marked thenewest-made grave, and stayed upon it until transferred to thatof a later comer. I have listened hours to a village necrology from the lips ofan old woman, who never missed th
New England bygones . he air; n(jfootfall; never so light a touch of the hand; g(jne, utterly gone;henceforth to be slipping flirther and farther away from thetreacherous hold of memory. After a funeral the people were apt to linger, dropping offone bv one, each to his own way and work; only relatives andnear friends staying to sit down to unrelished baked bier, flinging out its fantastic arms, always marked thenewest-made grave, and stayed upon it until transferred to thatof a later comer. I have listened hours to a village necrology from the lips ofan old woman, who never missed the date of a funeral, nor forgotthe way the wind blew on the day of it, or the meats the mournersate. Her tales, told mostly in rude rhyme, were ludicrouslyminute, yet simple and touching. It was like the unrolling ofa panorama of scenes, rough, perhaps, and sharply sketched bya few lines, but most admiral:)le for truth and [)0wer. Tendertraditions, quaint old customs, you are all a part of the treasuresof bygone =^
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