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Updated: June 9, 2025


Lutz's tone was threatening. "I'm naturally truthful; I aims to stick strictly to facts if I does talk." "Facts don't cut any ice in a libel suit," replied the undertaker significantly. Libel suit! That sounded like the law and the grave-digger had a poor man's fear of the law. There was less assurance in his voice when he asserted "No man don't own me."

Tilly had fixed his head quarters in the house of a grave-digger, the only one still standing in the suburb of Halle: here he signed the capitulation, and here, too, he arranged his attack on the King of Sweden.

Why don't you take it off him? He'll never tell. But say, are you sure the County don't pay for that suit of clothes and coffin and six feet of diggin' he didn't git?" "Are you goin' to lend a hand here or not?" "Not." The grave-digger picked up his shovel and started off looking like a gnome in the moonlight under his high-crowned Stetson. "Come back here! Don't be a fool."

Timothy's in the Fields would speak with you. "UNDERTAKER. Let him come in. "Enter GRAVE-DIGGER.

The Burying-beetles display an exemplary domestic morality, but it does not continue till the end. In the first fortnight of June, the family being sufficiently provided, the sextons strike work and my cages are deserted on the surface, in spite of new arrivals of Mice and Sparrows. From time to time, some grave-digger leaves the subsoil and comes crawling languidly into the fresh air.

The flaxdresser inquires sharply who they are, and receives various ridiculous answers. At length the besiegers say Grave-digger. Well, then, if you'll not listen to reason, we shall enter by force. Flaxdresser. Try, if you like. We are strong enough not to fear you; and as you are insolent, we shall not answer you any more.

There is some comic relief in the grave-digger manner between him and a joiner, who is also the undertaker of the island, a well-conceived character. A storm is rising. Gabriel, after many wild and whirling words, leaves a message for his friends. He is bathing. And so he makes by suicide his last flight, his escape from the horns of the dilemma, too weak to decide one way or the other.

Rogers was cast for the ghost in one act, Polonius in another, and the grave-digger in another. I remember how I roared when I read it. Fancy that fellow as Polonius!" "Can't you remember the town?" "Not a ghost of an idea. Some little village in the Midlands probably, where Hamlet would be appreciated.

The Emperor and his edicts were realities, the axe, the stake were realities, and the heroism with which men took each other by the hand and walked into the flames, or with which women sang a song of triumph while the grave-digger was shovelling the earth upon their living faces, was a reality also.

"How you made me jump, monsieur," said the grave-digger. "Was any service held over the body you are burying?" "No, monsieur. Monsieur le cure wasn't willing. This is the first person buried here who didn't belong to the parish. Everybody knows everybody else in this place. Does monsieur Why, he's gone!"

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