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The House by the Church-Yard

Chapter 2 The Nameless Coffin

Word Count: 1113    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

nly, standing within the disc of candle-light at the church door, before one would have thought there was time, a tall, very

party drew about the door, while the doctor was shaking hands very ceremoniously with that tall young man, who had now stepped into the circle of light, with a short, black mantle on, and his black curls uncovered, and a certain air of high breeding in

So, while the angular clergyman ruffled into the front of the pew, with Irons on one side, a little in the rear, both books open; the plump little undertaker, diffusing a steam from his moist garments, making a prismatic halo round the candles and lanterns, as he moved successively by them, whispered a word or two to the young gentleman [Mr. Mervyn, the doctor called him], and Mr. Mer

so narrow, and apprehending it might be necessary to take the coffin out. So it lay its length with a dull weight on the two forms. The lead cof

ay 11th, A.D.

almost overlooked it, thought it was nothing better than a fourpenny cherub. But Mr. Irons, the clerk, knew that it was a coronet; and when he heard the other theories thrown out, being a man of fe

dust to dust (tumble),

t go out again, and do

, the steps being steep and broken, and the roof so low. Young Mervyn had gone down the steps to see it du

king cortège of the Alderman of Skinner's Alley upon the Dublin road, all singing and hallooing, and crowing and shouting scraps of banter at one another, in which recreations these professional mourners forthwith joined them; and they cracked screaming jokes, and drove wild chariot races the whole way into town, to the terror of the divine, whose presence they forgot, and whom, though he shrieked from the window, they never heard, until getting out, when the coach came to a stand-still, he gave Mr. Tressels a piece of his mind, and that in so alarming a sort, that the jolly undertaker, expressing

uddenly ceased as he did so; and he said - smiling in the dark, in a pleasant soliloquy, for he did not mind John Tracy,- old John was not in the way -'She always hears my step - always - l

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