When they looked into the empty pockets of his shell , and found no jewels there , nor money -- nothing but three marbles , and a brass button with a string to it -- then Sir John did something as like crying as ever he did in his life , and blamed himself more bitterly than he need have done . So he cried , and the groom-boy cried , and the huntsman cried , and the dame cried , and the little girl cried , and the dairymaid cried , and the old nurse cried -LRB- for it was somewhat her fault -RRB- , and my lady cried , for though people have wigs , that is no reason why they should not have hearts ; but the keeper did not cry , though he had been so good-natured to Tom the morning before ; for he was so dried up with running after poachers , that you could no more get tears out of him than milk out of leather : and Grimes did not cry , for Sir John gave him ten pounds , and he drank it all in a week . Sir John sent , far and wide , to find Tom 's father and mother : but he might have looked till Doomsday for them , for one was dead , and the other was in Botany Bay . And the little girl would not play with her dolls for a whole week , and never forgot poor little Tom . And soon my lady put a pretty little tombstone over Tom 's shell in the little churchyard in Vendale , where the old dalesmen all sleep side by side between the lime-stone crags . And the dame decked it with garlands every Sunday , till she grew so old that she could not stir abroad ; then the little children decked it , for her . And always she sang an old old song , as she sat spinning what she called her wedding-dress . The children could not understand it , but they liked it none the less for that ; for it was very sweet , and very sad ; and that was enough for them . And these are the words of it : - When all the world is young , lad , And all the trees are green ; And every goose a swan , lad , And every lass a queen ; Then hey for boot and horse , lad , And round the world away ; Young blood must have its course , lad , And every dog his day . When all the world is old , lad , And all the trees are brown ; And all the sport is stale , lad , And all the wheels run down ; Creep home , and take your place there , The spent and maimed among : God grant you find one face there , You loved when all was young . Those are the words : but they are only the body of it : the soul of the song was the dear old woman 's sweet face , and sweet voice , and the sweet old air to which she sang ; and that , alas ! one can not put on paper . And at last she grew so stiff and lame , that the angels were forced to carry her ; and they helped her on with her wedding-dress , and carried her up over Harthover Fells , and a long way beyond that too ; and there was a new schoolmistress in Vendale , and we will hope that she was not certificated . And all the while Tom was swimming about in the river , with a pretty little lace-collar of gills about his neck , as lively as a grig , and as clean as a fresh-run salmon . Now if you do n't like my story , then go to the schoolroom and learn your multiplication-table , and see if you like that better . Some people , no doubt , would do so . So much the better for us , if not for them . It takes all sorts , they say , to make a world . CHAPTER III `` He prayeth well who loveth well Both men and bird and beast ; He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small : For the dear God who loveth us , He made and loveth all . '' COLERIDGE .
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COLERIDGE Fells Grimes John Tom dalesmen day every pounds wedding-dress