Nor did I then comply, refusing rest, till I had seen in holy ground inearthed my poor lost brother. |
Never would the gate of heaven be opened to the knock of any inearthed spirit, did not himself make honest the falseness and insincerity of our desires. |
My heart was heavy as I put him in his grave, where I saw him decently inearthed in my garden, and a memorial placed to mark the spot where my faithful dog was laid. |