We turned to the right and walked by the old burying ground of the Unitarian meeting-house and past Mr. Smith's garden.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
This wasn't his wife he was burying.
"For Every Man A Reason"
Patrick Wilkins
And then, burying her face within her hands, she spoke no more.
"The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)"
Charles James Lever