Daniel the father was one of a race of men who unhappily are now
almost extinct. He lived upon an estate of six and twenty acres which
his fathers had possessed before him, all Doves and Daniels, in
uninterrupted succession from time immemorial, farther than registers
or title deeds could ascend. The little church called Chapel le Dale,
stands about a bow shot from the family house. There they had all been
carried to the font; there they had each led his bride to the altar;
and thither they had, each in his turn, been borne upon the shoulders
of their friends and neighbours. Earth to earth they had been
consigned there for so many generations, that half of the soil of the
churchyard consisted of their remains. A hermit who might wish his
grave to be as quiet as his cell, could imagine no fitter resting
place. On three sides there was an irregular low stone wall, rather to
mark the limits of the sacred ground, than to inclose it; on the
fourth it was bounded by the brook whose waters proceed by a
subterraneous channel from Wethercote cave. Two or three alders and
rowan trees hung over the brook, and shed their leaves and seeds into
the stream. Some bushy hazels grew at intervals along the lines of the
wall; and a few ash trees, as the winds had sown them. To the East and
West some fields adjoined it, in that state of half cultivation which
gives a human character to solitude: to the South, on the other side
the brook, the common with its limestone rocks peering every where
above ground, extended to the foot of Ingleborough. A craggy hill,
feathered with birch, sheltered it from the North.
The turf was as soft and fine as that of the adjoining hills; it was
seldom broken, so scanty was the population to which it was
appropriated; scarcely a thistle or a nettle deformed it, and the few
tomb-stones which had been placed there were now themselves half
buried. The sheep came over the wall when they listed, and sometimes
took shelter in the porch from the storm. Their voices, and the cry of
the kite wheeling above, were the only sounds which were heard there,
except when the single bell which hung in its niche over the entrance
tinkled for service on the Sabbath day, or with a slower tongue gave
notice that one of the children of the soil was returning to the earth
from which he sprung.
The house of the Doves was to the East of the Church, under the same
hill, and with the same brook in front; and the intervening fields
belonged to the family. It was a low house, having before it a little
garden of that size and character which shewed that the inhabitants
could afford to bestow a thought upon something more than mere bodily
wants. You entered between two yew trees clipt to the fashion of two
pawns. There were hollyhocks and sunflowers displaying themselves
above the wall; roses and sweet peas under the windows, and the
everlasting pea climbing the porch. Over the door was a stone with
these letters.
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