(King'S-Hintock, 182-.) "No - Not Where I Shall Make My Own; But Dig His Grave Just By The Woman'S With The Initialed Stone - As Near As He Can Lie - After Whose Death He Seemed To Ail, Though None Considered Why. "And When I Also Claim A Nook, And Your Feet Tread Me In, Bestow Me, Under My Old Name, Among My Kith And Kin, That Strangers Gazing May Not Dream I Did A Husband Win." "Widow, Your Wish Shall Be Obeyed; Though, Thought I, Certainly You'd Lay Him Where Your Folk Are Laid, And Your Grave, Too, Will Be, As Custom Hath It; You To Right, And On The Left Hand He." "Aye, Sexton; Such The Hintock Rule, And None Has Said It Nay; But Now It Haps A Native Here Eschews That Ancient Way . . . And It May Be, Some Christmas Night, When Angels Walk, They'll Say: "'O Strange Interment! Civilized Lands Afford Few Types Thereof; Here Is A Man Who Takes His Rest Beside His Very Love, Beside The One Who Was His Wife In Our Sight Up Above!'"