forhefelt，inhissoreperplexedheart，fullofindignationanddumbanger，asifhemustgoandhearsomethingwhichshouldexorcisetheunwontedlongingforrevengethatdisturbedhisgrief，andmadehimconsciousofthatgreatblankofconsolationwhichfaithfulnessproduces。Andforthetimehewasfaithless。HowcameGodtopermitsuchcruelinjusticeofman？
Permittingit，Hecouldnotbegood。Thenwhatwaslife，andwhatwasdeath，butwoeanddespair？Thebeautifulsolemnwordsoftheritualhaddonehimgood，andrestoredmuchofhisfaith。Thoughhecouldnotunder—standwhysuchsorrowhadbefallenhimanymorethanbefore，hehadcomebacktosomethingofhischildliketrust;hekeptsayingtohimselfinawhisper，ashemountedthewearysteps，\'ItistheLord\'sdoing;\'andtherepetitionsoothedhimunspeakably。Behindthisoldcouplefollowedtheirchildren，grownmenandwomen，comefromdistantplaceorfarmhouseservice;theservantsatthevicarage，andmanyaneighbour，anxioustoshowtheirsympathy，andmostofthesailorsfromthecrewsofthevesselsinport，joinedinprocession，andfollowedthedeadbodyintothechurch。TherewastoogreatacrowdimmediatelywithinthedoorforSylviaandMollytogoinagain，andtheyaccordinglybetookthemselvestotheplacewherethedeepgravewaswaiting，wideandhungry，toreceiveitsdead。
There，leaningagainst，theheadstonesallaround，weremanystanding——lookingoverthebroadandplacidsea，andturnedtothesoftsaltairwhichblewontheirhoteyesandrigidfaces;fornoonespokeofallthatnumber。
Theywerethinkingoftheviolentdeathofhimoverwhomthesolemnwordswerenowbeingsaidinthegrayoldchurch，scarcelyoutoftheirhearing，hadnotthesoundbeenbrokenbythemeasuredlappingofthetidefarbeneath。Suddenlyeveryonelookedroundtowardsthepathfromthechurchyardsteps。
Twosailorsweresupportingaghastlyfigurethat，withfeeblemotions，wasdrawingneartheopengrave。\'It\'st\'specksioneerastriedtosavehim！It\'shimaswasleftfordead！\'