Calvary[ e-boek]

Years and years have passed. Everything that I loved is now dead. Everything that I knew has taken on a new appearance. The church has been rebuilt. It now has an embellished doorway, arched windows, fancy gutter-spouts representing ?aming mouths of demons; its new brick belf-ry laughs gaily into the blue; in place of the old house there now rises an elaborate Swiss cottage built by the new proprietor who, in the enclosure, has increased the number of colored glass balls, small cascades and plaster statues of Love, soi-led by rain. But things and people are engraved so profoundly upon my memory that time could not apply a burnisher hard enough to erase them.