n the ground with the strutting pomp of
grief? Knowing nothing at all of things like this, how could they know
that this shabby burying-ground upon which they had strayed was so
unlike that one which, in clear sight some distance away, was ordered
in walks and drive-ways and ornamented with hedges, and fountains, and
statues, and rare plants, and costly monuments--ah, my friends, how,
without money, may we give adequate expression to grief? And surely
grief without evidence of its existence is the idlest of indulgences!

But there was no pomp in the shadow of the oak, for the broken fence
setting apart this place from the influence of Christian civilization
enclosed graves holding only such bones as could not rest easy in soil
across which was flung the shadow of the cross. Romulus and Moses knew
nothing of these things; knew nothing of laws prohibiting disinterment
within two years; knew nothing of a strange, far-away people from Asia,
who, scorning the foreign Christian soil upon which they walked,
despising the civilization out of which they wrung money, buried their
dead in obedience to law which they had not the strength to resist, and
two years afterwards dug up the bones and sent them to the old home to
be interred for everlasting rest in the soil made and nourished by a
god of their own.

Should either Romulus or Moses judge between these peoples? They were
in better business than that.

Their examination of a strange brick furnace in which printed prayers
were burned, and of a low brick altar covered with the grease of
used-up tapers, had hardly been finished when an approaching cloud of
dust along the broken fence warned them to the exercise of caution.
Romulus was the quicker to escape, for a circus-train makes a trail of
dust along the road, and with swift alacrity he sprang into the boughs
of the oak, the heavy Moses clambering laboriously after, emitting
guffaws in praise of the superior agility of his guardian. It made
Moses laugh again to see the little hairy man stretch himself on a
branch and sigh with the luxurious comfort of repose, and he nearly had
fallen in trying to imitate the nimble Romulus. But they were still and
silent when the cloud of dust, parting at a gate, gave forth into the
enclosure a small cavalcade of carriages and wagons.

There was a grave newly dug, and towards this came the procession,--a
shallow grave, for one must not lie too deep in the Christian soil of
the white barbar