. . . self-confessed grave robber Ontario Grant spills the beans about filching Poor Little Maude's headstone from Fern Hill Cemetery in New Brunswick and transporting it across provincial lines clean out of Canada. Larcenous Grant offers some cockeyed rationalizations to excuse his funereal theft, but now that he's in the Great Beyond himself he's probably at Maude's Mercy. U. S. Poet Laureate Ed Poe had a few choice words for ransacking vandals of Grant's ilk. To quote from THE BELLS, vermin of this low order are "neither man nor woman--they are neither brute nor human: they are ghouls." Poe goes on to observe "And the people--ah, the people--they that dwell up in the steeple, all alone: And who tolling, tolling, tolling in that muffled monotone feel a glory in so rolling on the human heart a stone." This doubtless explains why Grant rented a flat high in the steeple of Boston's Old North Church late in life, and spent many months there mooning over Maude's purloined marker.