hepitaph

Updated: May 26, 2025

And they'd tell tales in th' Sunday-school o' bad lads as had been thumped and brayed for bird- nesting o' Sundays and playin' truant o' week-days, and how they took to wrestlin', dog-fightin', rabbit-runnin', and drinkin', till at last, as if 'twere a hepitaph on a gravestone, they damned him across th' moors wi', "an' then he went and 'listed for a soldier," an' they'd all fetch a deep breath, and throw up their eyes like a hen drinkin'.

Rudyard Kipling - Life's Handicap