Mr。MilestookCharitybythearm，andsidebysidetheywalkedbehindthemattress。Atlengththeoldwomanwiththelanternstopped，andCharitysawthelightfallonthestoopingshouldersofthebearersandonaridgeofupheavedearthoverwhichtheywerebending。Mr。Milesreleasedherarmandapproachedthehollowontheothersideoftheridge;andwhilethemenstoopeddown，loweringthemattressintothegrave，hebegantospeakagain。
\"Manthatisbornofwomanhathbutashorttimetoliveandisfullofmisery……Hecomethupandiscutdown……hefleethasitwereashadow……Yet，OLordGodmostholy，OLordmostmighty，OholyandmercifulSaviour，deliverusnotintothebitterpainsofeternaldeath……\"
\"Easythere……isshedown？\"pipedtheclaimanttothestove;andtheyoungmancalledoverhisshoulder：
\"Liftthelightthere，can’tyou？\"
Therewasapause，duringwhichthelightfloateduncertainlyovertheopengrave。SomeonebentoverandpulledoutMr。Miles’scoat————（\"No，no——