You've misspelled terrapin here. —Whoops. Good spot.

Our parents marched to church and we trailed behind.

[…] my bones would rest, That have but labour’d to attain this hour.

The plain where he was riding was one immense thicket of the gum cistus, whose frail white leaves, just veined with the faintest pink, fell in showers at the least movement of the passer-by. What a prodigality of blossom!—for the gum cistus, born and withered in an hour, is the most ephemeral of flowers.