With his farewell glance , a shadow had fallen over the portal , and Lilias was invisible . His foreboding spirit deemed it an omen at the time ; and so it proved ; for the sweet earthly form , by which the Lily bad been manifested to the world , was found lifeless , the next morning , in the Temple , with her head resting on her arms , which were folded upon the slab of dark-veined marble . The chill winds of the earth had long since breathed a blight into this beautiful flower , so that a loving hand had now transplanted it , to blossom brightly in the garden of Paradise . But , alas for the Temple of Happiness ! In his unutterable grief , Adam Forrester had no purpose more at heart than to convert this Temple of many delightful hopes into a tomb , and bury his dead mistress there . And to ! a wonder ! Digging a grave beneath the Temple 's marble floor , the sexton found no virgin earth , such as was meet to receive the maiden 's dust , but an ancient sepulchre , in which were treasured up the bones of generations that had died long ago . Among those forgotten ancestors was the Lily to be laid . And when the funeral procession brought Lilias thither in her coffin , they beheld old Walter Gascoigne standing beneath the dome of the Temple , with his cloak of pall , and face of darkest gloom ; and wherever that figure might take its stand , the spot would seem a sepulchre . He watched the mourners as they lowered the coffin down . `` And so , '' said he to Adam Forrester , with the strange smile in which his insanity was wont to gleam forth , `` you have found no better foundation for your happiness than on a grave ! '' But as the Shadow of Affliction spoke , a vision of Hope and Joy had its birth in Adam 's mind , even from the old man 's taunting words ; for then he knew what was betokened by the parable in which the Lily and himself had acted ; and the mystery of Life and Death was opened to him . `` Joy ! joy ! '' he cried , throwing his arms towards Heaven , `` on a grave be the site of our Temple ; and now our happiness is for Eternity ! '' INTRODUCTORY TO `` THE MIRACULOUS PITCHER '' And when , and where , do you think we find the children next ? No longer in the winter-time , but in the merry month of May . No longer in Tanglewood play-room , or at Tanglewood fireside , but more than half-way up a monstrous hill , or a mountain , as perhaps it would be better pleased to have us call it . They had set out from home with the mighty purpose of climbing this high hill , even to the very tiptop of its bald head .
To be sure , it was not quite so high XXXXX Chimborazo , or Mont Blanc , and was even a good deal lower than old Graylock .
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