Beneathe an holme, faste by a pathwaie side Which dide unto Seynete Godwine's covent lede, A hapless pilgrim moneynge dyd abide, Pore in his viewe, ungentle in his weede, Longe bretful of the miseries of neede; Where from the hailstone coulde the almer flie?

"All is but fained, and with oaker* dide, That everie shower will wash and wipe away; 205 All things doo change that under heaven abide, And after death all friendship doth decaie.

opprest, Fell to the ground, and there untimely dide.

Spying the tree destroid, the water dride, Himselfe smote with his beake, as in disdaine, And so foorthwith in great despight he dide; That yet my heart burnes in exceeding paine For ruth and pitie of so haples plight.

Beneath is inscribed: Judicio pylivm genio socratem, arte maronem, Terra tegit, popvlvs mæret, Olympvs Habet[A] Stay, passenger; why goest thov by so fast? Read, if thov canst, whom enviovs death hath plast Within this monvment; Shakespeare, with whom Quick natvre dide; whose name doth deck ys.

And so dide thei before him, that weren his auncestres; and so schulle thei that comen aftre him, with outen doynge of ony dedes of armes: but lyven evere more thus in ese, as a swyn, that is fedde in sty, for to ben made fatte.

Charles, at fifteen, seemed scarcely twelve, and he had the infantine intelligence of a child of five, resembling in an extraordinary degree his great-great-grandmother, Aunt Dide, the madwoman at the Tulettes.

Follow the ground floor, and the fifth window to the right is Aunt Dide's.

The grandmother, Adelaide Fouque, whom her grandchildren, a whole swarm of descendants, called by the pet name of Aunt Dide, did not even turn her head at the noise.

"Aunt Dide, it is we; we have come to see you.

" At this voice Aunt Dide at last turned her head.

But what especially struck the attention at this moment was his resemblance to Aunt Dide; this resemblance which had overleaped three generations, which had passed from this withered centenarian's countenance, from these dead features wasted by life, to this delicate child's face that was also as if worn, aged, and wasted, through the wear of the race.

Without the set expression of her countenance changing Aunt Dide wept, a flood of tears rolled from her living eyes over her dead cheeks.

He told of the days when Aunt Dide talked, and he affirmed that he had found her one morning singing a romance of her youth.

Ah, if I only dared; if she were young still" His eyes turned toward Aunt Dide.

Aunt Dide, the forgotten one, sat motionless, appalling in her leanness, her eyes again fixed upon Charles with his white, worn face framed in his royal locks.

But what I am very rich in is in examples of reversion to the original stockthe three finest cases, Marthe, Jeanne, and Charles, resembling Aunt Dide; the resemblance thus passing over one, two, and three generations.

I had indeed made a mathematically exact tree, the father and the mother bequeathing themselves, by halves, to the child, from generation to generation, so that in Charles, for example, Aunt Dide's part would have been only a twelfthwhich would be absurd, since the physical resemblance is there complete.

Come, look for the names on the envelopes; Aunt Dide first.

She handed him the envelope bearing the name of Aunt Dide in large characters; and he took from it papers of all sorts, notes taken by him long ago, which he proceeded to read.

And when he found himself alone with Aunt Dide he returned to his pictures quietly.

Aunt Dide, who seemed to have grown taller, in the superhuman effort she was making, had almost succeeded in raising herself up, and her eyes, fixed on the dead boy, so fair and so gentle, and on the red sea of blood, beginning to congeal, that was lying around him, kindled with a thought, after a long sleep of twenty-two years.

When, aided by her, Dr. Pascal had placed Aunt Dide on the bed, he found that the old mother was still alive.

He was completing the notices of Aunt Dide, of Uncle Macquart, and of little Charles, writing the dates of their death.

Now that Uncle Macquart and Aunt Dide were dead, she no longer feared what she called the abomination of the Tulettes; and even poor little Charles, in dying, had carried with him one of the most humiliating of the blots on the family.