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lowing his fathers profession. Their memory will 

 endiire when all those who knew them have passed 

 away. In years to come visitors to the village ceme- 

 tery where their ashes lie interred, will ask for the 

 spot. 



"Where is he grave of the Knight of Orellian? 



Where may the grave of that good Knight be? 



By the marge of a brook on the slope of Helvellyn, 



Under the boughs *)f a young birch-tree. 



The oak that in summer was pleasant to hear, 



That rustled in autumn all withered and sere, 



That whistled and groaned through the winter alone 



He hath gone, and a birch in his place has grown! 



The Knight's bones are dust 



His good sword is rust 



His spirit is with the saints, 

 We trust!" 



