At last an honest sexton joind the throng, (For, as the theme was large, their talk was long,) Neighbours, he cried, my conscience bids me tell, Though twas the doctor preachdI tolld the bell! Mallett.On Criticism.
I snuffd the candles; and, let me tell you, that without a candle-snuffer the piece would lose half its embellishments. Goldsmith.Essays. Strolling Player.
See yonder maker of the dead mans bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle; Of hard unmeaning face, down which neer stole A gentle tear. Blair.The Grave, Line 452.