"Yes, yir honor, a blackberry," replied Darby: "do ye know that, let it shoot never so far, it's sure to come back as near as it can to the root of it where it first started; and so arn't we all blackberries? As the priest says on Ash-_Wendsday_, "Remember, man, you are but dust, and into dust you must return." Now, I've known bigger _dusts_ in their lifetime than they were turned out of afterward, when they took to studyin' astron_a_my with 'The tops of their toes, And the tip of their nose, Turn'd up to the roots of the daisies!' But, whose berrin' should it be, after all, but ould Jemmy Cullen, the piper's! Ye know Jemmy Cullen, yir honour? him that used to play the organ on the pipes at high-mass durin' Christmas an' Easter. Oh! he was the boy to lilt at a weddin' or a wake! but, p_a_ce be width 'im--God rest his sowl! as I said when I saw the _scragh_ put over him for the first time. Well, ye know, yir honor, that oncet upon the same road width them I coudn't do more nor less than wet our clay together; so, after walkin' the corpse three times round the churchyard of Glassin-oge--Were ye ever berried there, sir?--I mane, wud ye like to be berried there, sir?" "Not just yet," said I. "Oh, the Lord forbid, sir!" cried Darby. "I didn't mane that, by no manes. God send ye many days, and _prosprous_ ones too! But there's a taste in chusin' a berrin'-ground as well as there is in a drawin'-room," said he, looking around him. "So there may be," said I; "but that is only the whim or notion of a living man. When he dies, all churchyards are the same to him; he then can have no considerations about the matter." "That's all very true, sir," replied Darby; "but would ye like to be burnt after the breath was out o' ye?" "I could have neither liking nor disliking," answered I; "for I should be an insensible mass of matter." "But mightn't yir ghost, sir, like to see ye were comfortably provided for? I mane yir honor's dead body that's alive an' in good health now, an' long may it continue so!" "Oh! never mind," said I; "neither you nor I, Darby, know much about those things; so go on with your story."