“Iwantedyetoseetheplace。”saidhe。“Yon’sthestane。
EuphemiaRoss：thatwasmygoodwife，yourgrandmither——hoots！I’mwrong；thatwasmyfirstyin；Ihadnobairnsbyher；——yoursisthesecond，MaryMurray，Born1819，Died1850：
that’sher——afine，plain，decentsortofacreature，tak’herathegether。AlexanderLoudon，BornSeventeenNinety-Twa，Died——andthenaholeintheballant：that’sme。Alexander’smyname。Theyca’dmeEckywhenIwasaboy。Eh，Ecky！
ye’reanawfu’auldman！”
Ihadasecondandsadderexperienceofgraveyardsatmynextalighting-place，thecityofMuskegon，nowrenderedconspicuousbythedomeofthenewcapitolencagedinscaffolding。ItwaslateintheafternoonwhenIarrived，andraining；andasIwalkedingreatstreets，oftheverynameofwhichIwasquiteignorant——double，treble，andquadruplelinesofhorse-carsjinglingby——hundred-foldwiresoftelegraphandtelephonemattingheavenabovemyhead——huge，staringhouses，garishandgloomy，flankingmefromeitherhand——thethoughtoftheRueRacine，ay，andofthecabman’seating-house，broughttearstomyeyes。ThewholemonotonousBabelhadgrown，orIshouldrathersayswelled，withsuchaleapsincemydeparture，thatImustcontinuallyinquiremyway；andtheverycemeterywasbrandnew。Death，however，hadbeenactive；thegraveswerealreadynumerous，andImustpickmywayintherain，amongthetawdrysepulchresofmillionnaires，andpasttheplainblackcrossesofHungarianlabourers，tillchanceorinstinctledmetotheplacethatwasmyfather’s。ThestonehadbeenerectedIknewalready“byadmiringfriends“；Icouldnowjudgetheirtasteinmonuments；