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The space enclosed by the cloistered walk, usually made
cheerful by green grass, has a pavement of tombstones laid in regular
ranges. In the centre is a stone octagonal structure, which at first I
supposed to be the tomb of some deceased mediaeval personage; but, on
approaching, I found it a well, with its bucket hanging within the curb,
and looking as if it were in constant use. The surface of the water lay
deep beneath the deepest dust of the dead people, and thence threw up its
picture of the sky; but I think it would not be a moderate thirst that
would induce me to drink of that well.
On leaving the church we bought a little gilt crucifix. . . . .
On Sunday evening I paid a short visit to Mr. Powers, and, as usual, was
entertained and instructed with his conversation. It did not, indeed,
turn upon artistical subjects; but the artistic is only one side of his
character, and, I think, not the principal side. He might have achieved
valuable success as an engineer and mechanician.


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