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299 Of Wilfred Armathwaite?"—The Vicar answered,

"In that green nook, close by the Church-yard wall,

Beneath yon hawthorn, planted by myself

In memory and for warning, and in sign

Of sweetness where dire anguish had been known,

Of reconcilement after deep offence,

There doth he lie.—In this his native Vale

He owned and tilled a little plot of land;

Here, with his Consort and his Children, saw

Days—that were seldom crossed by petty strife,

Years—safe from large misfortune; and maintained

That course which minds, of insight not too keen,

Might look on with entire complacency.

Yet, in himself and near him, there were faults

At work to undermine his happy state

By sure, though tardy progress. Active, prompt,

And lively was the Housewife; in the Vale

None more industrious; but her industry,

Ill-judged, full oft, and specious, tended more

To splendid neatness; to a shewy, trim,

And overlaboured purity of house;

Than to substantial thrift. He, on his part,

Generous and easy-minded, was not free