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lowing his father's profession. Their memory will 

 endure 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 the 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 of 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!" 



