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THE STORY OF MY LIFE
At tlu* foot of the Aunt Esther and
Phmoek on his crutches, nut! others. church hill three blwk-Vfiled tig'iin*» her sisters — were waiting.
"The effect was beautiful of through ilia rhurrh-
yard, with u pure covering of untrodden snow into tlie church lighted by full sunshines mud looking foiek and Bering the hill and the winding mad tilled with jwciplt* an fur as the eye could reach.
*'The coiTin wa« laid iHjfon* tin* altar; ilw* fK'i'gy and people thronged the church. I to hear nothing but
th<* voico of Arthur Ik* itt my
Hide.
"Than wa w*»nt out tr» tin* Tlitw* tint
f<M>t of the yew-tri1!*, by the* tint of f/ttrl«
Maiwittt wt*r« sill ilm itt tlm
Mr. Siutpkiiwim rwwl, tli« iliii
rt»H()oii(UHl; ittid, iw wlttt iiiit* tuiris $tll ilm
I*myer, whirlt, iw it by kul n was old Edward Burchett. Strange to think that he should have known my great-grandfather, and lived in Hurstmonceaux Castle (where he was 4 clock-winder') in its palmy days, and that he should be living still to see the last Hare 6of Hurstmonceaux ' carried to his grave.