they are met by the Parſon, who walks before them ſinging a Pſalm, all the Company joining with him. In every Church-Yard there is a Croſs, round which, they go three Times, before they enter the Church. But theſe are the Funerals of the Better Sort, for the Poor are carried only on a Bier, with an old Blanket round them, faſtened together with a Skewer.
Having mentioned that there is no Church-Yard without a Croſs, I cannot forbear taking notice, that there is none which ſerves not alſo for a Common to the Parſon's Cattle; all his Horſes, his Cows, and Sheep, grazing there perpetually ſo ſtrangely is Religion and Ruſticity mingled together in this Iſland!
Here, in juſtice to theſe poor People, I muſt acquaint my Reader, that however ſtrange their Tradition may ſeem of the Iſland being once inhabited by Giants, my own Eyes were Witneſs of ſomething which does not a little keep it in countenance. As they were digging a new Vault in Kirk-Braddon Church-Yard, there was ſound the Leg-Bone of a Man
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