was a thorough specimen of a Yorkshire woman of her class,

brightness and mirth in the sunny landscape; such blithesome

music in the songs of the summer birds; such freedom in the rapid

flight of the rook, careering overhead; so much of life and

joyousness in all; that, when the boy raised his aching eyes, and

looked about, the thought instinctively occurred to him, that

this was not a time for death; that Rose could surely never die

when humbler things were all so glad and gay; that graves were

for cold and cheerless winter: not for sunlight and fragrance.

Great!（16）