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'were strong young men. They clasped hands and 

 mingled sympathy with their welcome. 



He spent almost the whole of that day and the next 

 botanising in the churchyard. 1 He, 'the son of parents 

 passed into the skies/ sat down here to lament them. 



The limbs of my buried ones touched cold on my feet. 



He felt ' the awful feeling of having the roots 

 which connect one with the last generation, seemingly 

 torn up, and having to say, Now I am the root ; I stand 

 self-supported, with no older stature to rest on.' 2 The 

 remembrance, too, of his mother 'was drowned in 

 sorrow to him ; but also in tenderness, in love inexpres- 

 sible/ more felt than ever now that he was himself 

 a parent. ' I cannot tell you/ says Dr. Arnold, ' how 

 solemn a thought it is to have now lost all my relations 

 of the generation preceding our own, and to be thus 

 visibly brought into that generation whose time for 

 departure comes the next.' 



That he gives no list of plants as a result of his 

 botanising is a pathetic negative evidence that his heart 

 was too full for his mind to relieve it that he was doing 

 nothing, but sitting l silent in the middle of old unutter- 

 able reminiscences, most interesting to him on this 

 side Hades.' The buds were casting their swaddling- 

 clothes and the fir-trees the thimbles off their droop- 

 ing shoots. Bees buzzed around the family lime tree, 

 now fragrant with the opening blossoms (early this 

 Journal 2 Kingsley. 



