grassy patch on the shadowy hillside. Yet, grown people avoid the spot,
nor do children play there. Friendship, and Love, and Piety, all human
and celestial sympathies, should keep aloof from that hidden cave; for
there still sits, and, unless an earthquake crumble down the roof upon
his head, shall sit forever, the shape of Richard Digby, in the attitude
of repelling the whole race of mortals,--not from heaven,--but from the
horrible loneliness of his dark, cold sepulchre!