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30 It looks just like the rest, and yet that man

Died broken-hearted.

LEONARD.

'Tis a common case,

We'll take another: who is he that lies

Beneath yon ridge, the last of those three graves;—

It touches on that piece of native rock

Left in the church-yard wall.

PRIEST.

That's Walter Ewbank.

He had as white a head and fresh a cheek

As ever were produc'd by youth and age

Engendering in the blood of hale fourscore.

For five long generations had the heart

Of Walter's forefathers o'erflow'd the bounds

Of their inheritance, that single cottage,

You see it yonder, and those few green fields.

They toil'd and wrought, and still, from sire to son,

Each struggled, and each yielded as before