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Thomas. -However, I had struck the right plat at 

 last ; here were the Carlyles I was looking for, within 

 a space probably of eight by sixteen feet, surrounded 

 by a high iron fence. The latest made grave was 

 higher and fuller than the rest, but it had no stone or 

 mark of any kind to distinguish it. Since my visit, I 

 believe, a stone or monument of some kind has been 

 put up. A few daisies and the pretty blue-eyed speed- 

 well were growing amid the grass upon it. The great 

 man lies with his head toward the south or south- 

 west, with his mother, sister, and father to the right 

 of him, and his brother John to the left. I was glad 

 to learn that the high iron fence was not his own sug- 

 gestion. His father had put it around the family 

 plat in his life-time. Carlyle would have liked to 

 have it cut down about half-way. The whole look 

 of this cemetery, except in the extraordinary size of 

 the head-stones, was quite American, it being back 

 of the church, and separated from it, a kind of mor- 

 tuary garden, instead of surrounding it and running 

 under it, as is the case with the older churches. I 

 noted here, as I did elsewhere, that the custom pre- 

 vails of putting the trade or occupation of the de- 

 ceased upon his stone : So-and-So, mason, or tailor, 

 or carpenter, or farmer, etc. 



A young man and his wife were working in a 

 nursery of young trees, a few paces from the graves, 

 and I conversed with them through a thin place in 

 the hedge. They said they had seen Carlyle many 

 times, and seemed to hold him in proper esteem and 



