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volume of his own nature； that is all that he has learned to
recognise。 The tumultuary and gray tide of life； the empire of
routine； the unrejoicing faces of his elders； fill him with
contemptuous surprise； there also he seems to walk among the tombs
of spirits； and it is only in the course of years； and after much
rubbing with his fellow…men； that he begins by glimpses to see
himself from without and his fellows from within： to know his own
for one among the thousand undenoted countenances of the city
street； and to divine in others the throb of human agony and hope。
In the meantime he will avoid the hospital doors； the pale faces；
the cripple； the sweet whiff of chloroform … for there； on the most
thoughtless； the pains of others are burned home； but he will
continue to walk； in a divine self…pity； the aisles of the
forgotten graveyard。 The length of man's life； which is endless to
the brave and busy； is scorned by his ambitious thought。 He cannot
bear to have come for so little； and to go again so wholly。 He
cannot bear； above all； in that brief scene； to be still idle； and
by way of cure； neglects the little that he has to do。 The parable
of the talent is the brief epitome of youth。 To believe in
immortality is one thing； but it is first needful to believe in
life。 Denunciatory preachers seem not to suspect that they may be
taken gravely and in evil part； that young men may come to think of
time as of a moment； and with the pride of Satan wave back the
inadequate gift。 Yet here is a true peril； this it is that sets
them to pace the graveyard alleys and to read； with strange
extremes of pity and derision； the memorials of the dead。
Books were the proper remedy： books of vivid human import； forcing
upon their minds the issues； pleasures； busyness； importance and
immediacy of that life in which they stand； books of smiling or
heroic temper； to excite or to console； books of a large design；
shadowing the complexity of that game of consequences to which we
all sit down； the hanger…back not least。 But the average sermon
flees the point； disporting itself in that eternity of which we
know； and need to know； so little； avoiding the bright； crowded；
and momentous fields of life where destiny awaits us。 Upon the
average book a writer may be silent； he may set it down to his ill…
hap that when his own youth was in the acrid fermentation； he
should have fallen and fed upon the cheerless fields of Obermann。
Yet to Mr。 Arnold； who led him to these pastures； he still bears a
grudge。 The day is perhaps not far oft when people will begin to
count MOLL FLANDERS； ay； or THE COUNTRY WIFE； more wholesome and
more pious diet than these guide…books to consistent egoism。
But the most inhuman of boys soon wearies of the inhumanity of
Obermann。 And even while I still continued to be a haunter of the
graveyard； I began insensibly to turn my attention to the grave…
diggers； and was weaned out of myself to observe the conduct of
visitors。 This was dayspring； indeed； to a lad in such great
darkness。 Not that I began to see men； or to try to see them； from
within； nor to learn charity and modesty and justice from the
sight； but still stared at them externally from the prison windows
of my affectation。 Once I remember to have observed two working…
women with a baby halting by a grave； there was something
monumental in the grouping； one upright carrying the child； the
other with bowed face crouching by her side。 A wreath of
immortelles under a glass dome had thus attracted them； and；
drawing near； I overheard their judgment on that wonder。 〃Eh！ what
extravagance！〃
To a youth afflicted with the callosity of sentiment； this quaint
and pregnant saying appeared merely base。
My acquaintance with grave…diggers； considering its length； was
unremarkable。 One； indeed； whom I found plying his spade in the
red evening； high above Allan Water and in the shadow of Dunblane
Cathedral； told me of his acquaintance with the birds that still
attended on his labours； how some would even perch about him；
waiting for their prey； and in a true Sexton's Calendar； how the
species varied with the season of the year。 But this was the very
poetry of the profession。 The others whom I knew were somewhat
dry。 A faint flavour of the gardener hung about them； but
sophisticated and dis…bloomed。 They had engagements to keep； not
alone with the deliberate series of the seasons； but with man…
kind's clocks and hour…long measurement of time。 And thus there
was no leisure for the relishing pinch； or the hour…long gossip；
foot on spade。 They were men wrapped up in their grim business；
they liked well to open long…closed family vaults； blowing in the
key and throwing wide the grating； and they carried in their minds
a calendar of names and dates。 It would be 〃in fifty…twa〃 that
such a tomb was last opened for 〃Miss Jemimy。〃 It was thus they
spoke of their past patients …familiarly but not without respect；
like old family servants。 Here is indeed a servant； whom we forget
that we possess； who does not wait at the bright table； or run at
the bell's summons； but patiently smokes his pipe beside the
mortuary fire； and in his faithful memory notches the burials of
our race。 To suspect Shakespeare in his maturity of a superficial
touch savours of paradox； yet he was surely in error when he
attributed insensibility to the digger of the grave。 But perhaps
it is on Hamlet that the charge should lie； or perhaps the English
sexton differs from the Scotch。 The 〃goodman delver；〃 reckoning up
his years of office； might have at least suggested other thoughts。
It is a pride common among sextons。 A cabinet…maker does not count
his cabinets； nor even an author his volumes； save when they stare
upon him from the shelves； but the grave…digger numbers his graves。
He would indeed be something different from human if his solitary
open…air and tragic labours left not a broad mark upon his mind。
There； in his tranquil aisle； apart from city clamour； among the
cats and robins and the ancient effigies and legends of the tomb；
he waits the continual passage of his contemporaries； falling like
minute drops into eternity。 As they fall； he counts them； and this
enumeration； which was at first perhaps appalling to his soul； in
the process of years and by the kindly influence of habit grows to
be his pride and pleasure。 There are many common stories telling
how he piques himself on crowded cemeteries。 But I will rather
tell of the old grave…digger of Monkton； to whose unsuffering
bedside the minister was summoned。 He dwelt in a cottage built
into the wall of the church…yard； and through a bull's…eye pane
above his bed he could see； as he lay dying； the rank grasses and
the upright and recumbent stones。 Dr。 Laurie was； I think； a
Moderate： 'tis certain； at least； th