as she answered me her face grew stern , and she said in quite a different tone , 'oh , it was the grim irony of it all , this so lovely sir garlanded with flowers , that looked so fair as life , till one by one we wondered if he were truly dead , he laid in that so fine marble house in that lonely churchyard , where rest so many of his kin , laid there with the mother who loved him , and whom he loved , and that sacred bell going 'toll !