Show LISTENING TO THE CHIMES message of the centuries conveyed to choso who have minds at tuned to hear sitting in the village churchyard while the children play with flowers flower upon the crass and the slow gossips saunter past the kate gate and the evening sunshine briaka la in through the golden shower of the laburnums and rents peacefully on the worn head stone atone the chiming of the hells bells trembles through the air like speech ot of living voices what histories of human life have they not witnessed up in that gray tower among the ivyl iryl what fear and jealousies what veed freed and passion and awful bins handed down in whispers of dark tradition have hare they not rung in and out at baptism and wedding and funeral tuner alt what Mrs mysteries are sealed under these tomba but no mysteries to them I 1 how they have chimed for every one ona that Is a burled buried round and mixed with their thoughts and wan dered with thorn through other lands landa and come to ln in dreama dying adyln 9 children have bay e heil bea id thoa them call to heaven have lingered sweetly in tho the ears ars of happy brides lonely fathers have wept with them tor for the dead the havo have softened the prod leAls heart in a tar far country they have rung like the voice of peace through the din of battle i they have startled the wicked thought and palsied the wicked hand und and there they peat atilt atall out oat ot of the past pant into the abe present over the dead and over the living itis it if only a peal eat of bells and we have haje heard them P a thousand alnis and nobody 1 I thinks of them but yet all this and a great gre at deal more li la th in thi V r stevenson |