In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church spire cast a long reflection on the graveyard grass; as if it were a dial (alas, the truest in the world!) marking, whatever light shone out of Heaven, the flight of days and weeks and years, by some new shadow on that solemn ground.


The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit, His Relatives, Friends and Enemies (ed. 1844)


In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church...

In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church...

In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church...

In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church...