to t I  remembered him as a

    neighbor.  Before his house was pulled down, when his comrades

    avoided it as quot;an unlucky castle,quot; I visited it.  there lay his old

    clothey were himself, upon his raised

    plank bed.  ead of a bowl

    broken at tain.  t could never he symbol

    of o me t, though he had heard of

    Bristers Spring, ; and soiled cards, kings of

    diamonds, spades, and s, tered over the floor.  One

    black crator could not catch, black as

    nig, not even croaking, aing Reynard, still

    to roost in t apartment.  In the dim

    outline of a garden,  had never received

    its first o terrible ss, t

    ime.  It h Roman wormwood and

    beggar-ticks, uck to my clot.  the

    skin of a che

    rop aterloo; but no tens

    would  more.

    No in te of these dwellings,

    ones, and strawberries, raspberries,

    the sunny

    sc he

    c-scented black birch, perhaps, waves where

    tone imes t is visible, where once

    a spring oozed; noearless grass; or it was covered deep

    -- not to be discovered till some late day --  stone

    under t of ted.   a sorrowful

    act must t be -- t he

    opening of ears.  ts, like deserted fox

    burro wir

    and bustle of ;fate, free will, foreknowledge

    absolute,quot; in some form and dialect or oturns

    discussed.  But all I can learn of ts to just

    t quot;Cato and Brister pulled ;; w as