166 THE LABEADOR PENINSULA. chap. xxx. 



and sanctify the spot, reciting the Libera over the natural 

 tombs of tliose who have died during the year. Some 

 of the epitaphs are very mournful. The following touch- 

 ing lines, rudely carved on a block of wood over the 

 grave of a young girl twenty-two years old, reveal a 

 blessed hope in a future meeting, and a love not often 

 excelled on earth, if these words express the true feelings 

 of the heart : — 



We loved her ! 



Yes ! no language can tell how we loved her. 



God in His love 



Called her to the home of peace and repose. 



And this on the rocky and desert coast of the most 

 sterile part of Labrador, The grave a cleft in the rock, 

 the rude tablet which recorded the love and faith of 

 those she had left behind inscribed with words as beau- 

 tifully expressed and as full of hope, as if they had been 

 written on the tomb of a fau^ English girl who had 

 drooped beneath the shade of the ' tall ancestral trees ' 

 of an English home. 



